OK well its time to finnally post this out. I got caught out in a lie, dragged home drunk and not a little fucked up in a myrid number of ways. 2:30am was not my finest hour. Or so I'm told... My memories past 11pm - Dan's face. Thats it. You know the saying 'choose your poison'? I think I choose them all. I came down from it all at about noon... (then Mr. FeelLikeShit visited). Laying on my bed with one of those eye covers calling people and remaining very still... a 2 hour nap. and its over. See you all later,
Dave