Sleep Spent

I came to Eli’s party not knowing if I would stay the night. 70%. Well, I’m drunker than I’ve ever been, on three beers and two mixed drinks. So I guess I’m staying, regardless of whether or not I have a place to sleep.

Eli’s new boyfriend Ron is nice. He used to be a bartender, so he made me a mixed drink. It didn’t taste nearly as bad as the beer, since it had cranberry juice in it.

Phil is now watching me type this. I’m remarkably fluent for one who is more than buzzed. Phil, OTOH, is quite drunk and is now laying on the floor in a fetal position. Even so, he is straight. Bastard.

I think it’s time I stopped writing this and perhaps went to sleep. HAH. I’ll post more later. HAPPY NEW YEAR!