So there I was, drinking myself into oblivion because the week was so horrible. I put down enough beer to drown a small South American town. You wonder why I chose South America, well, it's just better that way, hell, is there anything better than South America? If there is I haven't found it yet...I wake up later today still drunk, what a feeling; waking up with the feeling of several hundred ounces of alcohol flowing through your system, and knowing that your BAC is rising about as fast as our national debt.
This week is dead week, the week in which we are supposed to study our asses off in preparation for finals. But who's going to spend all that time wasting your brain, not this guy. I'm taking a road trip, and drinking as much as one possibly can. The time, dead week, the goal, alcohol poisioning. So I think I'll call the hospital and make an appointment ahead of time.