Memory Lost

I can't remember my journey home, I can't recall opening my front door, I can't get the picture of me slumping on bed naked. Yeah.. I woke up with only my towel wrapping my body in my room. Checked my phone, it is 3am.

What happened? Ermmm.. I went for the Bucks End-Season BBQ. I remember sitting and seeing everything turning to a turmoil. I remember someone asking me if I want to go home. I said ya... I want to go home. And I remember that taxi..

My clothes are in the washing machine, with a mix of vomit and mud.. Ermm.. MUD? Where did that mud come from? Maybe I fell onto the ground.. Man.. I can't remember anything!!!! Then I want to upload my pics into the comp, my camera's USB is nowhere to be seen. I know i dump it into my bag, and now gone.. I guess it fell out without me realising again.... Well, at least I still have my phone- the most expensive thing I have at the moment - and that I'm safe and alright now.

The time I checked my phone, I saw missed calls and sms.. I checked and it was Z. He called me.. Waaaa... I seriously dunno what I did.. Sorry Z... I promise not to do that again.. Also a sms from one of the touch guys, asking if I'm ok... Ermmmm.... Die la.. I dunno what I did, where I go, how I got home... I'm so freaking pissed...

I want to be in Z's arms again... I want to sleep like a baby and never wake up again... I am so so pissed dead... and rotting..