Gotta Start it with a Positive Jam (501 Days)

Around this time eight years ago, I remember waking up with a terrible hangover, complete with all the normal symptoms associated with a typical night of heavy drinking.  I especially remember this particular hangover because of the intense dry mouth that it brought about.  Although I would have much rather gone back to sleep, I forced myself out of bed to head downstairs for a glass of water.  It was nearly 10AM, so I knew there was no chance of anyone else in the house being awake.  I tried to walk quietly down the stairs bracing myself with one arm against the wall.  Before I even got to the living room, the smell of stale beer from the dozens of half empty red solo cups scattered all over the floor hit me, and I immediately felt the need to get sick.  I probably could have vomited all over the floor without it being noticed for several weeks.  However, vomiting meant buying bagels for the house, and I did not feel like driving my car.  After catching my breath and forcing the contents of my stomach back to a more appropriate area, I made my way to the kitchen and unglued my feet from the floor one step at a time before I made it to the fridge.  Once I had filled one of the remaining empty red solo cups with water several times, I decided I would eat something, so I checked the freezer for something microwavable.  When I opened the freezer my view of the frozen food was blocked by a pair of women's boots.  Without thinking, I moved the boots, grabbed a breakfast hot pocket, and put the boots back in the freezer.  After I ate, I went back to bed and slept until about noon.

In 501 days I will be 30.  I would imagine that by that point in my life, finding boots in my freezer may initially surprise me.  I don't know how I feel about that.  Since I have not been writing as much as I'd like to, and because at some point within the next few years there may be a little Barlich, which I hear slightly cuts into one's free time, I've decided start this blog while I still can.  I don't have a definitive topic that I intend to cover, but I'd like to mainly concentrate on ideas and experiences that were generated in my twenties before they're over.  Let the count down begin...