There are reasons why I shouldn't be aloud to drink copious amounts of alcohol on a week night.
First and foremost, I can't type (it just took me about 10 minutes to type these sentences).
Secondly, I'm more inclined to lose any inhibitions I may have and not only drunk email people but also claim that certaim former room mate's current next door neighbor's are so hot I would leave my phone number on a piece of paper under their windshield wiper.
Oh dear god, I'm so pathetic. Eh. You've got to do what you've got to do, right?
Oh jesus, must get to bed. Time to pas out and try to not be hungover for work.