The New Years Eve party was completely nuts. My recollection of the night is a little blurry and not completely chronological. Thangs that happened: my bedroom was used as a drug den, which was something that i previously promised to various stoner friends. Flash of a friend walking up to me, with a bottle of poppers and telling me to sniff. Cutting infront of the line, with three other people to get something out of the bathroom, then a photo session while we took turns urinating, i hope the kids waiting outside didn't resent me too much, its my place anyway. Making out with my eyes closed and opening them to see the smile of the dude i've had a boy-crush on for weeks., that was rad. Spending it with pretty much all my close friends in the city, that was the best.

The next day was overbearing. I woke up the a group of people already cleaning, we filled the entire recycling dumpster with cans and bottles (it was empty the day before). We were all hungover and hungry but we couldn't leave the apartment for brunch without a little cleaning. we swept (about 5 times) mopped (3 times) until it was at a manageable and satisfying point. Did another sweep of the house this morning and still built a mountain of dirty and confetti...

my brain is dead....too much booze, too much chilaxing with Danny and Sarah yesterday. I need some exercise to get the blood pumpin' again.