Right... apperently i lost my pants for a while last night. Dont remember this. And i left at 1am, and got home at 3am. 10 minutes away from my house. Id like to know what i did for two hours, because all i remember is finding a cat and playing with it, and that wont have been the full two hours. When i say i got home aswell, didnt mean i got through my front door. I couldnt get the key in so i tried to sleep by the front door until my brother came home from the rugby final and let me in.
I am proud of it in a way. Id not chose to feel like i do now. But its so good being at a party with only my boxers on. I need to get that drunk more often.