Feb 05, 2006 02:59
Hm. I'm not sure that typing this out while not still entirely sober will make this entry more honest, less coherent or some sort of combination of the both. Actually, what I think it will make this entry is terse, which is more or less fine with me.
Well, anyways, got a call last night (tonight-ish). It was short, but to the point. Apparently my folks are splitting up. In the first follow-up call (of which I'm sure there will be a couple), my brother advised me to get drunk. Luckily, I was in touch with some friends that had both vodka and a rented copy of Alladin. That actually sums up most of my night.
Except for that when I'm driving home I get pulled over by a cop. Now, I'm pretty sure I was within the legal limit by that point, but being the first time I've been pulled over, I have to admit to being a little nervous. Given that it was one of four cop cars, I wasn't quite sure what to think. As the cop got my address and liscence information, I asked him, "Is this about the loud party down the hall?"
He answered, "No, this is about the three people that got stabbed."
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to finish the drink in my hand and sleep for as long as I can.