I'm not exactly sure what just happened, but I seem to be missing at least 5 hours of my life. And somebody threw up in my shower, at least twice. And all over the rest of the bathroom. And I know it wasn't me or my roommate. I blame my friend who's unconscious on my living room couch, the guy who can't handle his roofie coladas. I should probably check and make sure he's still breathing, but I think I'm just going to go back to sleep instead.