Drinking on the Heavy

I've almost killed the fire pit that had been living at the back of my throat, so I made an effort to get out today. When I get sick like that, I always tell myself that I'm going to make these drastic life changes so that I don't get sick like that. No more nights without sleep because of staying out, no more smoking, no more not exercising everyday. I might very well be able to do some of those things. I have been, for example, making more of an effort to exercise everyday, and I'm not doing too bad at that.
As far as not staying up, I don't do that very well. When I drink, I feel like life is much shorter than it already is, and that I must press through sleepiness to get the most out of it. This is, of course, an alcohol and dance music induced delusion that I develop. I'll walk down to the Metro convenience store outside of my apartment at 2:30 in the morning to purchase another bottle of soju about an hour after everyone has left and gone to bed because of morning obligations that we all have. I rarely have problems making it to work when I do this, which is once every couple of weeks, but my head feels like someone was throwing kitchen appliances at it while I was sleeping. This makes sense to me, because whenever I have people over, it seems like every dish, kitchen utensil, and food appliance has been scattered around the apartment in a tornadic, ecstatic food consumption adventure. And it's always worse than it seemed to be when I went to bed.
Well, Jasmine, my friend from university, is coming into town this evening, and I cannot wait for it to happen again. On the telephone, she said, "well, I'm wearing a skirt, so we have to really go all out tonight." Alright then, to the bottle! I cannot, for one second, consider being a bad host by not punishing my body for being sick. Immune system, you brought this on the whole family. Not being able to drink for nearly my entire summer break is your charge.