MY SHIT GOT THRASHED

To begin, last night as FLASPAR played I DANCED so hard that by the end of their set my G-SHOCK SUPER RESISTANT KRYPTONITE PROOF watch had detatched from my wrist. I went back inside to get it, rounded up my shit and ditched to the homestead about 3 blocks away, because I acknowledged that I was so drunk I needed bed time in order to a. not puke and b. wake up at 8 to go to work as I should. Getting home I realized I didn't have my phone. IT FELL OUT MAH POCKET TOO. I headed back to get it on my skateboard and forgot that sidewalks have cracks in them . I ATE SHIT REALLY HARD. LEFT ARM KILLER. Somehow my phone ended up in Alley's pocket. (Thanks for having it!) Grabbed it and went home. SHIT HURT REAL BAD. Managed to fall asleep only to wake up at about 5am with some MAJOR PAIN. Went into the kitchen to get some good ol IBU. Next thing I know I'm hitting things really hard with my sides and head and such and am waking up at the bottom of the stairs. Why did I walk to the stairs? I don't remember that part. Anyway now I have the day off work! Maybe 2 days. Anybody got a Percoset perscription?? SHIT HURTS.