Jagermeister and vicodin do not mix... I spent the entire night last night huggling the porcelain. I don't mean that I have some kind of sick fetish including toilets and feces.. I was sick as a dog. I don't know if it was my terrible mix of drugs, or maybe I got a freak migraine from hell? but holy shit.. I wouldn't wish that shit on anybody. I wound up in the bathtub soaking in hot water at three in the morning. not only that, but whenever I ever got up the courage (or stupidity in this case) to open my eyes, the searing light of a weak-ass night-light prompted me into a dizzying fit of puking blood into the toilet. Then, the shuffle back to the tub began, and I layed back down to be miserable. This lasted the whole of two-ish hours whence I went to bed and wished I were dead. so, how did your weekend go SD ?? =D -add-on- Did some push-ups until my elbow cracked and I collapsed. Then I did sit-ups until I could feel the effects from my jager-vic experience. Then I went downstairs and punched my boxing-bag thingy until my knuckles bled and my middle-finger knuckle was showing bone. So here I sit, reveling in the pain of being human, and wondering where I'm going with my life. Nowhere, and quick, it would seem.