La musique: breakfast at tiffany's

Fuck.
currently:
- Drunk/hungover, on the fringe, I guess.
- Sporting several large bite marks on my right shoulder/bicep.
- Covered in pen salutions to my mother.
- The smell of beer and/or vodka and limes and/or rum and cokes is currently seeping out of my pores.
- I can taste nothing but ashtray.
- I'm covered in a lot of sand.

God bless Trivia.
That was the most fun I've had in a long, long, time. Somehow we came in 3rd place. Our team name wasn't mentioned, we were standing at the front of the stage and the bar tab was mysteriously passed to me. I wasn't asking any questions. I think we drove to Tracadie.
That being said, it's 8 am. I'm at work. Fuck.