Chapter Thirty Four.

   Dear God,

   i am never drinking beer again.  i'm not even sure how many i had last
night.  i *never* drink beer.  Why did i have to start last night??  i am
*never* drinking beer again.  Getting a hangover for once would have been
a welcome first, why did i have to puke all over my bed?!?  i'll never be
able to sleep in it again without remembering that awful night.  i cannot
believe that my parents didn't catch on, *THANK YOU*!  Or maybe they did,
and they're just being nice about it.....  i am never going to drink beer
again.
   It wasn't really that bad, that i spewed on the bed.  i cleaned it all
up rather quickly and washed the sheets and what not.  There's no mark on
the bed to testify to the mistakes made that terrible night, nothing left
to remind me of my stupidity..... but i'll never be able to forget.  i'll
never be able to sleep in mine own bed again without my mind conjuring up
the horrible feel of my excess, that no air freshener could hope to mask.
   i feel like i've lost a part of me.

				Sincerly,
			
					Hippo

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