It's been...one of those days...
One of the days where you wish you hadn't gotten out of bed, and also want to bang your head into a wall until your brains are falling out. The first crappy thing was traffic this morning. It was foggy, and so I finally get to campus and then everybody is going slowly across the bridge and it took me forever. Consequently, I was slightly late to work, but fortunately since I don't work for teh evil one anymore it wasn't a big deal. Anyway the rest of the day was just sort of blah, and I just really wanted to sleeeeeeeeeep and sleep some more. So anyway I get home, and I decided that since I'm going to be good for real starting tomorrow that I'd have one last hurrah today and I'd get pizza (though I've drank like fifty thousand gallons of water so we'll see if takes for real, lol). We had coupons for Papa Murphy's take and bake so I decided to give it a try. My uncle intrudes upon my decision making process and he's all 'Chicago style is the best evarr!!' except more expletives and slurring because god knows how many beers he'd had.
Anyway so all the while I'm deciding/calling it in he's hanging around me. Then when I get back and I'm baking the damn thing he's hanging around me. Drunk people really are stupid people. He repeated himself I don't know how many times and he'd ask me the same retarded questions and he was acting like he was some sort of hot shit.......arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh. I was so frustrated. Then at one point he was like punching me in the shoulder, and then I have my back turned and I'm washing off a knife to cut the pizza and he like hits me in the freakin' bum. I wanted to turn around and bury the god damn thing in this jugular. Then I was like 'uhmm, I don't think so' about it and he was all sorry and contrite like some sort of little kid as he shuffles out the door to go smoke.
It's just so frustrating not to mention aggravating, but ultimately it's just pathetic. I mean I can't help but pity his extremely pathetic condition. *sigh* I hate it, but I don't know what to do about it. It's horrible, and it makes me not even want to be at home which is sad because minus the shitty internet I really do like my house. It's the one little thorn in the side of my existence. On one hand it's pathetic, but on the other hand it's sort of repulsive too. You're so far gone that a) you don't even realize it and b) you don't even realize that the other sober people around you are patronizing you (i.e. me). It's just sickening.
If I ever get like that I just want to be shot. I can't imagine losing control of my motor and cognitive functions to such a degree. It's revolting.
Anyway so all the while I'm deciding/calling it in he's hanging around me. Then when I get back and I'm baking the damn thing he's hanging around me. Drunk people really are stupid people. He repeated himself I don't know how many times and he'd ask me the same retarded questions and he was acting like he was some sort of hot shit.......arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh. I was so frustrated. Then at one point he was like punching me in the shoulder, and then I have my back turned and I'm washing off a knife to cut the pizza and he like hits me in the freakin' bum. I wanted to turn around and bury the god damn thing in this jugular. Then I was like 'uhmm, I don't think so' about it and he was all sorry and contrite like some sort of little kid as he shuffles out the door to go smoke.
It's just so frustrating not to mention aggravating, but ultimately it's just pathetic. I mean I can't help but pity his extremely pathetic condition. *sigh* I hate it, but I don't know what to do about it. It's horrible, and it makes me not even want to be at home which is sad because minus the shitty internet I really do like my house. It's the one little thorn in the side of my existence. On one hand it's pathetic, but on the other hand it's sort of repulsive too. You're so far gone that a) you don't even realize it and b) you don't even realize that the other sober people around you are patronizing you (i.e. me). It's just sickening.
If I ever get like that I just want to be shot. I can't imagine losing control of my motor and cognitive functions to such a degree. It's revolting.