I threw up all over the place. Well, I threw up all over the box spring of my bed. KC reminded me before he left for work so I could clean it up when I got up. It stinks; smells of booze. I don't really have anything to clean it up with. We ran out of toilet paper and paper towel a few days ago. KC, Bob, and I were the only ones who went to karaoke. I sang "The Tide is High" (but not like Katy or Kat) and they did "Living on a Prayer." Mike and Emily ended up showing up, and we shared a cab home with Emily.

I'm hungry, and I have to clean up my barf.