A mild success

So the parties turned out to be a'ight. The bash at my place was good, small turn out but good conversation and funny episodes of Punk'd, and just all 'round fun times.

The evening party. Oh dear, it was good, my friend Bethany came which was really nice. I fell down a flight of stairs, and distinctly remember thinking... I'm on my ass, this isn't right. But I appear to not be broken, so its all good.

Can someone explain to me why, after a night of drinking, your body seems to think its a good time to wake up only like 5 hours after you've gone to bed. Maybe its just my body.

Anyways, I'm going to go try and go back to sleep.