6am, hungover, ramblings

So its 6am. I'm hungover. Can't really sleep to well when im like this, so I figured I might as well yap about some crap. Quite honestly, the most fascinating thing that happened was, I went to a keg party with a friend of mine, played miserably at beer pong, but thats besides the biggest fact. It was at this a-frame house here in breck.....and the house..........had..............an................elevator! It was insanely sick. I felt so compelled to drink beer just so I could take the elevator to go to the bathroom, then take it back to return to the party. I somehow managed to royally eat shit walking back, even without my longboard. And through out all the mess, I only scratched / cut up one finger. WTF. How the hell was it just one finger and not my entire arm.....I am baffled. Tonight is not going to be any better. I've got two friends comin into town and they only have one thing on their mind, and it sure as hell aint havin tea and tellin stories. Or maybe it is, whatever. I just wish I could sleep right now....cause its going to be 1110x times worse tonight.