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I made it home, with help of someone driving my ass home.
I managed to change.. and lie on the floor.. I don't remember much else but it was told to me this morning by Mike that this is what happened next. I was on the floor, moaning that I didn't want to throw up on the floor, I whimpered "help" a few times, he got me to the bathroom I threw up. I wasn't able to walk, so he helped me to the bed. I woke up, in my contacts, feeling so horrible. I blame TROUBLE! Last edited by Carrie; Dec 23, 04 at 05:28 PM. |
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In honour of this night, I've created a new rating system for Big Trouble memories.
Observe Category 1: You remember when you wake up. Category 2: You remember eventually.. it comes drifting back to you at some point during your day Category 3: You remember only when a friend tells you what happened Category 4: Your friend tries to remind you, and you draw a complete blank. The memory simply does not exist in your head; for all you know, they're making it up. I've hit all 4 categories today. |