every beginning comes from some other beginning's end

That damn Closing Time song has been stuck in my head since I woke up, and it is not making my hangover any more pleasant. I put on the ipod to try and make it go away, which might be a mistake, but I couldn't think of anything else.

Last night was Sarah and I's last closing time at Fado. We bar-hopped from Casino to Fado, which is a pretty good hike. My feet hurt today. Inbetween we drank at one of the trashiest clubs full of frat mattresses (Oh Treasure Island you fill me with fear) and a bar with flaming Dr. Pepper shots and every kind of schnapps under the sun. There was a giant fishbowl of a drink with sprite in it and lots of straws. I drank way, way too much. But what can you do? Sarah's a sister of my heart and that girl can drink.

Oh. I also forgot. Everyone made out with everyone it seemed like. I know I at least kissed Sarah, and Tyler at some point. We are badly behaved drunks, I know. At least we didn't start any bar fights. (That I remember.)

My head aches, and my eyes burn and my heart aches. Thank all the gods above and below that it is cloudy today. I think it is time to go back to bed.

Heathers

My boyfriend has never seen Heathers. We are rectifying that terrible crime right now.

I love Christian Slater.