I have the mother to god'-ness hellish hangover. It's one of those in which i'll say i'll never drink again, untill two hours later and i'm having the "hair of the dog". But really, I'm seriously ill. And I'm glad I don't remember much of last night, Really. I called him, 4am, Blind drunk. Begged him to come over. I do not remember the phone conversation. Though I remeber the words love, No trust were in there. Heh. I'm a fool. Though I do enjoy the fact i had sex 7 times in the past 24 hours. The 6 this morning were the best. (Because I remeber it) Thats joy. Yeah, i love to brag. Haha.