Current location:	Vista Del Sol, Room 6147.
Current mood:	loved
Current music:	Ceiling Song 2 - Ethan Rose

Joey and I go work out for the second time in two nights - I hate it, but it helps. I've started taking multivitamins as well. When I'm through, Monica calls and tells me she came in to town, after all. I meet her, Gina and her best friend Ashley in the parking lot, just like old times. The four of us - me having not-so-subtly blown off Joey - go to smoke some hookah at King Tut Café. The four of us share sweet melon and pineapple, blowing smoke rings lazily in each others' faces.

Chris, his room mate and his cousin show up about an hour later and, at my suggestion, get a bowl of blueberry mint. Monica and the girls leave not too long after - I decide to stay, in order to avoid a complete sausagefest. That attempt is rather undermined, however, when a group of four other men show up next to us with something called "the special," and, with Monica's unfinished hookahs, we completely tangle the hoses passing all the variously colored ones between us, most of us double-weilding, some triple- or quadruple-fisting a whole rainbow of nozzles and flavors.

When the laughter has quieted and the hits are growing weaker on all ends, we decide to bounce. In the car I've got the beginnings of a wicked headache, so the cousin passes me a flask of vodka and I take a swig. When they drop me off I'm not feeling much better, but I call Sarah to see if she and Jennifer are still up - I catch the last ten minutes of Vicky Christina Barcelona and then feel so dizzy I have to leave. As I get up, a wave of nausea and lightheadedness hit me. I clutch my stomach and ask Sarah to point me to the restroom - she moves to unlock the door, and the last thing I remember is the silver gleam of the door handle....

WHAM.

I'm on the floor, and there is a warm pressure all over me. I am certain that Jennifer is lying beside me on the floor, but a hazy aura prevents me from looking. "Drink some water. Drink some water," I hear. Someone lifts my hand to the soft, cool plastic and I feel for the top.

"Is it open?" I mumble, sticking my finger into the top. There is a sharp beating at the back of my skull. The cold wood floor feels amazing. I go back to sleep.

"No, no!" they shout. "Drink some water. Please."

"I can't lift it," I slur through a field of stars. Then, blinking as if the clouds have parted, "Did I pass out?"

They both laugh at that, nodding although I can't see them. "You don't remember it?"

I push myself upright and bring the water to my mouth, taking a few tentative swigs. Look up at them standing over me from the floor and shake my head with a slow smile. "God, I'm so sorry. I'm a mess."