Oh What A Beautiful Morning...

So, I'm sleeping quite soundly at 2 this morning, when through my sleep I hear a knock on the door. An insistent knocking that doesn't stop.

So I go and open the door. As it turns out, my roommate has gotten a little bit soused...

Okay, make that she MIGHT have drank some rather strong vodka, according to one of her friends that hauled her, barely conscious, into our room.

One of her friends stuck round (because stupid me doesn't know how to deal with this sort of thing) and we watched V for Vendetta inbetween caring for her.

Almost four hours later, I have given up on sleeping for the night. It's nearing 6 AM and it IS the weekend so I still have a chance to catch up.

I have the feeling that when she comes to, she's going to want to be unconscious all over again. She's crashed out on the floor at the moment because her bed was the upper bed and the two guys hauling her didn't think they could get her up there.

I'm going to be barely coherent today at the Study Abroad Orientation, which I'm going to merely to help the new Harlaxton students with anxiety attacks.

Through her confused haze, Kate has promised me she will never do this again...and she probably won't, given that her hangover is going to be one for the ages.

What's become obvious to me is how much I've avoided by not drinking at all. Certainly I won't wind up like this, ever, now that I've seen what it can do. I think I'll stick to non-alcoholic stuff.

In a couple of hours, I'll go take a shower and do such other things. Probably should let the RA know about what's happened.

Not much else going on, so ta,
Bec