Sunday night...

Well. I got really really smashed on Sunday.

So smashed, I actually can't remember parts of the evening.

Chunks of the evening.

I apparently went on a rant and slapped Meaghan (lightly) for worrying too much.

And I went to church street and hung out there for a while. I remember some of it. Though I don't remember eating pizza, talking to Warren or how we got home.

And yesterday, my actual birthday was spent still drunk/hungover at work.

Not very fun.

Went for some food with Shaun and Meaghan. Good times. Feeling better now.

Lates!