In perspective the worst thing about being sick last night are:

1. I actually did not drink that much? And it was over the course of several hours? + I ate? It was mostly the fact that I didn’t drink in a smart way: no water, and that fucking shot a coworker got me was killer

2. I wasn’t that drunk so I remember everything and was aware of everything. Which sucks. A lot. If I’m going to be sick I’ll rather not remember.

3. I’m not feeling too hungover now? Like I’m supposed to have a major headache or something but???? I’m also awake and it’s fucking 5am.

All in all I can now officially add ‘got sick with alcohol and made a fool of myself’ to the list of things I did. Which I honestly would have rather kept off the list. But oh well. Happens to everyone right? At least I didn’t get sick on my friend’s new car and ruin the paint or in the middle of the street during the Quebec Carnival (which are both things that happened to my step mother) neither did I roll in my own puke on St-Denis (which happened to a friend on a few occasion)