Public Journal Entry - April 13, 2006, about 7PM

Ok, this isn't fucking funny. When I ran out of tequila in my room, I figured I'd just drank it all. Wouldn't be the first time. But then I go to the bar in the billiards room? Empty. Wine in the kitchen? Gone. Nowhere, nothing. Not so much as a little airline bottle of gin. I don't know who the asshat is who is hiding all the alcohol, but dammit, just cause you may not approve of it doesn't mean the rest of us can't have a little fun, ok?

If anyone has any spare beer or anything, I'll be in my room. It's the one with all the smoke coming out from under the door. I gotta have something to do if I can't drink.