The dream

I dreamed about vampires again. These ones were obsessed by boobs, so I gave my friends a chance to run away by mesmerising the vampires with topless shoulder shimmies and a sign reading, "Blood: 6 cents a pint!". Even in the dream, that seemed suicidally cheap. Then I woke up.

Oops.

Sometimes, when I have a single drink, it's enough to make the back of my skull squish up like a dessicated sponge. I'm having one of those moments, right now. And here I thought I was just having a nice, tasty strawberry daquiri just because it tastes good. How was I to know I'd be practically wasted on the stuff? Yes, one strawberry daquiri cooler got me kerfuffled. It's pretty sad, isn't it?

It's embarassing to be such a cheap drunk. Soon, people will be here to play Carcassonne. I hope I'll be sobered up by then!