Sep 13, 2004 01:01
Fuck me, I can barely remember what I did Saturday night....It is Sunday, right? Actually I guess it would Monday morning by now. I can't keep track of time anymore. Everyday seems like the weekend to me. Nate was in town this weekend. I really wanted to go hang out with him and Emmie today untill Mike reminded me that we had to go pick up Bruce and his shit at the airport.....fuckin Bruce. It took two cars to get all of his crap to and from the airport. Little bastard goes to Florida for a week. His apartment is a bloody mess too. He also obviously does not water his plants much, as they they looked starved when we checked up on his place.
Oh yea, Jessie came over to drink on Saturday with Sarah, Mike and I. I got there around 9:45 ish and jessie was passed out by 11. I remember most of what happened. I was so bloody tired that night. I know I wasn't drunk, because I only had two rum and cokes'. I was just very tired and kept drifting off. I do remember drifting off around 12:30 and waking up at 1 and finding Jessie had left without saying goodbye to anyone. Mike and I ended up watching the Italian Job untill about 3, then going to bed. Whee.
My tattoo finally stopped peeling. Hazaa! Still sore though. Like someone's been punching me in the shoulder over and over.
Have to go to the bank tomorrow.
Have to go to AOTA and talk to Kevin tomorrow.
Also have to go to the library and pay off my overdue debt of 1.25.
Whee.