As per usual, my intuition was spot on. I got to see yesterday's pizza rewind itself out of my stomach and unto the ground. That's what you get from loads of beer and Vodka. I really think the Samboca was what pushed me over the edge though. I've never been that sick before - not from drinking anyway. Dang, my throat hurts. Guess it's natural when you've been vomiting for a couple of hours straight. Fortunately, I was comatose most of the time.

Other than that, it was a great night. Got to know a lot of people and had a really good time.

I'm also depressed today, big time. Not really sure why, but I think it's because of my ex. Yes, again. *sigh* Oh well. Life is hell. Get over it, right?

'Senses Fail - Can't Be Saved' is a really good song when drowning in self-pity. Would've loved to drown in beer too, but that can't possibly be a good idea now after last night's incident. I guess it's true what they say: Women, can't live with them, can't live without them.

I wish I was gay.