I've been awake since roughly 8:30am Saturday morning. I went to my best friend's house for pre-drinks at 4:30pm, which I didn't partake in because I'm sick and driving, then went to another friend's 21st birthday at 7:45pm, I ventured to town with my best friend to see another best friend at 12:40am. It's now 4:30am and I'm finally home. All the while sober as a fucking judge. Shitballs, that's an effort for me.
All I can hear is ringing in my ears. I need bed. And in all honesty, tonight was one of the best nights I've had in town for a long time. Right place, right time, right people.