as i awoke, bleary eyed and disoriented, lying in my own filth…the hazy mess of memories of last night slowly came back to me.

how many wahberrys did i nom? who was that icy eyed Dwarf with the drinking problem? what happened to all my hair? i can only speculate. i feel i may have lost control….

[note to self: must move disgusting hairy ball toy to other side of cage. every time i try to take a picture of foof's narcolepsy, it manages to get into the center of the photo.]