Because I, fueled by jetlag and espresso martini’s which were intended to keep me from falling asleep while trying to catch up with friends I rarely get to see (WHICH WAS THE BEST), but instead made me INSANE, called my ex boyfriend, said some things I can’t recall, then cried uncontrollably for about seven minutes, then passed out. I would ONLY be more pathetic if I still don’t know how I’m getting back to LA OhwaitIdon’t.