Oh god. Do you ever feel like you're going to die? I've been having mortality issues of late; I'm beginning to think I'm a hypochondriac.

Missed my chiropractor appointment because I didn't set the alarm because I was out late because I was getting drunk because my friends forced me because...because because because! Damn enablers! I didn't plan on really partying last night. The night culminated into falling into a 9-foot-deep puddle, á la "Poltergist III." I thought it would be funny to jump in a puddle and get Zap wet - instead I slip and fell into it. Walking home, I apologized to Zap the whole way. After my wakeup call this morning from David, whom I coordinated to meet with me at the Chiropractor to take me to work, I got out of bed and stepped on a soggy sock. "Why is my sock saturated with mucky water?" Horrified, last night suddenly pummeled my mind in the form of a monstrous headache - doh!

Oh, by the way, I didn't join 24hr fitness - at least, not yet. I went to finish my enrollment the following day, meeting Bobby at 6:30, only he doesn't show up when he's paged by the front desk, no one offers to find him, let alone assist me, and I'm pressed for time. I ended up leaving after 15 minutes without saying a word. I may go back later, but I'll definitely try avoiding that! I'd prefer Frogs Gym or something else.