The Hangover

Yesterday my office closed down and as a company we headed up to the Bronx to paint murals and plant gardens at a couple of public schools. I have made no secret of the fact that I don't particularly care for most of the people that I work with, and its these social situations that exacerbate the problem. After hours of painting, there was an after party with free beer and food. I had way too many beers and by the end of the night someone had drawn two nipples on my t-shirt. While these nipples were being drawn, I saw a girl I had worked with previously whispering and clearly talking about me. I said, "Don't judge me bitch". Yeah, I was drunk. That's no excuse though. I still can't believe I said that to a co-worker. My friend pulled me aside and said, that girl said really nice things about you earlier today. On the taxi ride home I was just a blubbering mess. Talking a bunch of drunken shit. I woke up this morning unable to even hold down water. I came to work 2 hours late. I've got to leave this city. I don't even know whats going on anymore. Since I've moved here I have no idea what has happened to my life. I just hate fake superficial people and this city is full of posers. This place is making me crazy.