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I passed out without drinking that much and woke up 5 hours later to my friend banging on my window. Turns out I had agreed to run in some 5k charity run for breast cancer last night while shitfaced. So, dehydrated and queesy, I ran in the 5k and thought I was going to die. It still was fun. Came back at 11:30 and slept til 3, good stuff.
Oh, and last night was pretty bad. This kid had a birthday party and had good wine and hard alcohol (I guess he hates beer, sigh). I normally never do hard alcohol but with no beer I just started downing tequila and some bottles of wine, it all hit me right when I got back to my apartment. In fact, it hit me right in the middle of the first drunken post, I submitted quick and then made a dash for the toilet. I hate when I drink past that point of no return.
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