this week has been ridiculous. i drank enough to be hung over on tuesday, thursday, and friday. and tonight is raj's and ken's birthday party. sometimes i wonder what the fuck i'm doing. am i having fun, or am i just trying to convince myself? am i really thinking these things, or am i just hung over? i think that nauseous feeling in my stomach has me being cranky. god, i can't form a fucking sentence for shit. there, again. this is terrible, i'm sorry.

good note! i saw lauren kaplan coming out of the elevators in broadway. holy god. she's so hot. she was wearing a dress, too. i sound like a sex offender. i'll stop now.