Yuck.

I woke up this morning with red eyes. They're so irritated and pained that I think I scratcehd them last night. Well, not think, know. I know for sure I musta scratched 'em.

Last night I met up with Pam over at Cosi, and we hung out, chatted, had a drink and some food, then headed back to my place. We drank a bit here, danced for a while together, and then went across the street to the Playbill Cafe.

More drinks there, got food over at Yums, went back to Playbill, then went back to my place and smoked.

Then we decided to head down to some club in dupont. I, for the life of me, don't really know where we went. We danced out asses off, and I split my great pants right up the ass. Stupid bubble butt.

So, my eyes were killin' me last night, but i was tooooo drunk to really care, so Pam and I danced with Anthony and just enjoyed ourselves for a few more hours. At this point, I caught a cab home. I was too afraid of gettin' naughty things done to me with a pair of tight pants split convienently up the ass. So, cabbed it home and woke up this morning with ferocious eye pain. Totally an ocular infection due to a scratch I must have given myself with my contacts.

Now I gotta wait 'till tomorrow to go to the free doc at mason. Damn it damn it. Oh, and this is ostly bein' typed with my eyes closed, cause it hurts too bad to keep 'em open.