So, I was out last night getting rather shit-faced with a bunch of people. Nothing in particular was being celebrated other than we were just gonna have a good time and see where that could take us. I am getting more and more intoxicated by the hour and all of a sudden, as most of you are probably able ro relate to, I get to the point where everything is super fun and I dont really give a shit about anything.
Next morning (today) I woke up with the usual heavy head, thinking to myself that last night was fucking awesome even though im badly hungover ! Then, I start thinking about all the shit that went down, and I come to the conclusion that I am only able to remember some parts of what happened. How I got home and what happened from there is an unsolvable mystery to me. I make my way to the kitchen, where I have to pass through the living room first. Right next to the living room is the bathroom. As soon as I step into the living room I notice how bad it just rieks of piss, like a public urinal or something. I look to my right, and notice that one of the sofa-chairs is completely drenched.
Slowly, I start putting the pieces together and realize that when I got in last night, I must have mistaken the living room for the bathroom. And from there, I have also mistaken the sofa-chair for the toilet, since I, drunk as fuck, pissed all over it thinking it was a toilet.
Has anything like this ever occured to any of you, since I find it hard to comprehend how des-orientated I have been in my own home.
