Went out last night. Been pretty good about limiting my alcohol intake which has helped in keeping me from going to the 24 hour McDonalds and throwing god knows what down my throat. I hate mornings where I wake up to indigestion and have to look for receipts to assertain as to where I went I what exactly I ate and ultimately run out of excuses as to why I'm so fucking fat. I don't eat too much... Drunk Gooch eats too much.
But Drunk Gooch has been on sabbatical, leaving Buzzed Gooch to do things like get a phone number from a married girl (happened last night) and try to do laundry once I get home (if you wash whites in hot and darks in cold, can you wash everything at the same time on warm? Let's find out).
Moderation is a good thing. I don't drink as much or eat as much and I've even switched from hard core porn to late night Cinemax. It's good to be not hungover. I had to go out last night because I slept all day yesterday. I think tryptophan was used by ancient cultures before rohypnol was invented. Yes... a tryptophan joke. Haven't heard too many of them in the last couple of days... laughs ahoy!
Eh, goochout.
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