About two pm yesterday, I bought a 40 of Steel Reserve, potent malt
beer. I drank it and then got my friend Pat to come over and take us
out to a bar. He wanted to hang around and drink two pitchers of beer
but was slow to get us fries. I thought I had nothing else to do so I
kept drinking. Pat let me crash at his place. I woke up around 5 am and
tried to get to the bathroom to throw up. I didn't make it and threw up
massively on some table. I sat around more dead than alive for a while.
I vomitted in a liquid way on the carpet. I did manage not to throw up
on the sofa I was sleeping on. I thought about waking up Pat or his
room-mate but I knew how pissed they'd be. And I was in such bad shape
that I didn't know if I could survive pissed off people. So I took off
and made a long, cold, horrible walk on the bike path. I was truly
miserable, less than half alive. I got home and slept it off as well as
I could, drinking lots of water and taking Advil. I made it to class at
2 but my throat is terribly sore. Prof. Holstein was very interesting.
I have a crucial appointment at 11 tommorow. I need to join AA.