This morning I had to wake up at 7am after have about 4 hours of sleep and being massively hungover, when I turned over to turn off my alarm clock, the whole world turned with me. Then I had to go to my fitness walking class for my phys.ed credit this term. To top things off, last night when I was walking to the backstage area of a friend’s gig, I tripped on a wire and fell and now I have a huge gash in my leg! Blood was pouring out of that thing like mad, and I was super drunk so I started freaking out and stole a roll of toilet paper from the bathroom and went outside to try and stop blood from continually gushing down to my leg. I was sitting on the stairs beside the incredibly crappy venue when some french girl saw me, said ‘I used to cut myself too’ and invited me into her place. I was drunk, so I followed her and she and her hot guy room-mate helped me wash my wound and stop the bleeding while their adorable dog ran around us.