is barely comprehensible
Oh man, I am so goddamn tired right now that I can barely stand it. I'm also angry and bitchy because my computer was stolen away from me, while I was at work and therefore while I was unable to throw a temper tantrum at my father. (It would have happened; instead of comporting myself like a dignified 18 year old, I would have lain on the floor and howled.)
I had a really good night last night, other than the vomit, when I went out with Caitlin and got hammered with her and ended up kicking around her apartment and watching Boy Meets World. (For the record, I fucking love that show.) She works at a bar on Whyte and it was fun meeting her work-people, and drinking and sitting around the bar after it had closed. Odd experience: We went into the Attic for a little bit because they had really cheap highballs and I had never been there before, and this very very drunk guy started hitting on us, and then made some slightly lewd gestures, and then mosied off in a fit of drunkeness. Five minutes later, he's back, apologizing profusely to me for being offensive, because he thought that I was deaf... I don't know why this would make his grossness more objectionable, but I had to tell him (in my normal speaking/shouting voice) that it was okay, I wasn't offended, I still didn't want to dance with him, etc. before he "signed" a blessing to me, and tried to help me feel the beat of the music through the table by hammering on it. He then wandered off, maybe to harass some other poor girl, and perhaps assume that, because she wasn't interested in him, she was dying of cancer, or was blind.
I have to work tomorrow. I do not want to.
I had a really good night last night, other than the vomit, when I went out with Caitlin and got hammered with her and ended up kicking around her apartment and watching Boy Meets World. (For the record, I fucking love that show.) She works at a bar on Whyte and it was fun meeting her work-people, and drinking and sitting around the bar after it had closed. Odd experience: We went into the Attic for a little bit because they had really cheap highballs and I had never been there before, and this very very drunk guy started hitting on us, and then made some slightly lewd gestures, and then mosied off in a fit of drunkeness. Five minutes later, he's back, apologizing profusely to me for being offensive, because he thought that I was deaf... I don't know why this would make his grossness more objectionable, but I had to tell him (in my normal speaking/shouting voice) that it was okay, I wasn't offended, I still didn't want to dance with him, etc. before he "signed" a blessing to me, and tried to help me feel the beat of the music through the table by hammering on it. He then wandered off, maybe to harass some other poor girl, and perhaps assume that, because she wasn't interested in him, she was dying of cancer, or was blind.
I have to work tomorrow. I do not want to.