Oct 22, 2005 21:59
I'm waiting of the last five minutes of my resurrection sickness in a house full of drunken 19-22 year olds. I'm listening to my brother pound on the floor and tell someone he's stronger than he is. I'm listening to Diane try to be sexy and fail miserably, but she doesn't know, because she's fucking gone. I'm listening to them stop being stupid when something goes well for the Sox, and then jump back into it. It makes me wish I didn't have to be here.
I'm considering going home, despite the fact that I wouldn't get there until after midnight, and have to be back at work at nine in the morning. I don't think I can handle much more of this. It makes me hope that I'm not like this when I'm drunk; if I am, I don't want to drink anymore. ><
I was supposed to go out to Lincolnwood for Reactor, but stuff happened that made me not want to go. Now I wish I had.
I need to get one more load of laundry in the dryer, and then I'm done. I can at least lock myself in Mom's room and take about four tylenol PM and hope for the best. Because, I apparently am a glutton for punishment.
To those out enjoying the game: good for you. ^^ I am glad y'all are having a good time.
To the Bards: You rock the world while you roll it up. Play Katamari on the Rocks again! XD
To Kyuu: I'm sorry for venting at you earlier. I'll try to not bitch to you so often. ><
And that's that for now. I think the res sickness is gone now.
world of warcraft,
sigh,
laundries