Here I am, morning after, I'm up 2 lbs and a little depressed about it, but I'm trying not to let it get to me too much. Almost took a bunch of laxatives last night but decided against it and instead, I fell straight asleep.

Tonight is New Year's. Isn't it weird how tomorrow is 2012? I'm going to a house party with some friends tonight. Maybe I'll write about it tomorrow. I'm planning on getting fucked up. I can have unlimited spirits as I don't ever seem to gain weight from them. To be honest I don't really want to eat anything there. I will just smoke lots instead and drink a shit ton of vodka, that always seems to help.