I drank so much last night and popped a xanax and then went to a taqueria after de bars and all I remember is walking home down 17th street eating something from said taqueria and thinking to myself “I DONT EVEN GIVE A FUCK THAT IM EATING THIS SO SLOPPY RIGHT NOW”. I don’t even remember what I ate, but apparently whatever it was wasn’t enough because I woke up to a box of crackers and Smuckers sundae fudge next to my bed. Really this is my life right now…