Drinking to the point of blacking out is an excellent way to escape your tragic but undeniably banal existence, at least until you wake up in a ball on the bathroom floor, surrounded by mountains of hair products and a variety of cleaning solutions.

Your tragic but undeniably banal existence may or may not entail the following things:

-Accidentally reformatting your hard drive due to a Windows XP reinstallation snafu, thusly wiping out all documents, music files, pictures, and weblog archives

-Spending over $100 on drinks you'll never remember (albeit with friends you'll never forget -- aww)

-Drunk dialing every ex-boyfriend, despite preemptively deleting all their numbers from your cellphone the last time this shit happened

-Realizing that you drink to kill the pain -- and being totally fine with this