Piecing It All Together

I don't remember the last time I got up at 2:15 pm.

This is what I know:

My feet are telling me I walked too far in heels last night.

My stomach says that McDonald's at 5am is still a bad idea.

My tongue tells me I was drinking beer and tequila.

My throat says I smoked too much.

My eyes are screaming, 'you stupid bitch you didn't take out your contacts!'

My head is telling me that I'll be eating ibuprofen like candy today.

My wallet says I spent $24.

My cell phone says I drunk dialed 2 people. I only remember one!

And drunk texted 2.

My camera tells me who I drank with. . .

The fact that I woke up in my bed means I drove home really late. (idiot)

The trail of destruction in my apartment means I forgot to turn the lights on again.

I think it was a good night!