The Show Goes On

I wish my house could read this.
Well, they could now that we all have wireless.
But I wish that they would read this.
I am generally a happy drunk.
Last weekend I was compared to the Energizer Bunny for still going strong after twelve hours; something that was attributed to the fact that, "She does long distance running, you know."
But last night.
Not a good night.
And you know, everyone has those nights.
Those too drunk nights.
But damn.
This was bad.
And what's worse is I've only lived with these people for a little under two months.
And now they'll all think I'm crazy.
Now, I remember nothing, bar being carried home, and then things after I started sobering up.
Apparently I was somewhat hysterical.
I was practically kept on suicide watch.
Now, I'm not suicidal.
But my poor housemates are just going to think I'm mental.
It was just a bit of drunk hysteria.
And I will not be drinking again for a very long time.
And in case anyone of my wonderful Mahuru housemates happens to read this;
I'm incredibly sorry.