Son of a bitch

I have to go to work in twenty minutes and I'm still drunk. Not hungover...drunk. I have no recollection of the trip home. Hell, I have no recollection of most of the night. I woke up wearing just my bra this morning and it took me fifteen minutes to find my purse. I just checked my messages and someone thinks I'm awesome and wants to hang out. Nice! I can't remember giving anyone my number. I hate you, today.