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I'm debating if I should sober up before starting to drink again, but there's a nice new bottle in the cabinet and y'know, I should make sure it's okeh before I try to serve guests out of it or anything. It's only polite.
I think I needed to stress relief. I had gone home, yesterday, and felt really stupid because someone had suggested I go home with them and well, neither of us know why we stood there and talked ourselves out of it. They called in the middle of the night two or three times, and eventually I just hit the street and headed towards, as it were, while they drove in the other direction. Which was sweet. And then today I was expected to keep making apppearances (honestly, nobody cares if I don't stay at a party, but you'd think it physically hurt them if I didn't show up just so they can tick me off the unwritten list) until I collapsed into sleep.
It looks like the kids have already retired for the night. And I have all this candy left over! Cinnamon Bears! Jelly Beans! Cho! Co! Late! |
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