Ugh...
My head feels like I've got a hammer pounding morse code on an anvil with my brain in the middle. What time is it... 11:00
...Wait... Thursday? What? How did I lose four fucking days? I need to.. ohh ok I need to sit back down for a bit... Head swimming... glasses, there we go. I knew I should have picked up that detox trick...
What the... Ok, I guess the massive pile of empty bottles might explain a bit of my confusion. Though... it raises the question as to why I'm not in the hospital.
Let's see... fed the cat. Hm, fed the cat ham. When did I get ham? Christmas lights on half the windows in one room, torn down from the others.
Phone? No calls, but I've got the saved message.
Computer still open...
...Oh, oh fuck...
FUCK!
What the HELL did I SEND?! And there's responses.... "Well well my little parasitic appendage,"
Oh lord... am I such a fucking child that I resorted to drunkenly calling them out? Am I so fucking USELESS that I can't do ANYTHING about this but whine to people who don't even know what happened? Yes, yes, that's EXACTLY what I did...
Maybe it's better that it happened this way... now he won't see all my constant fuck-ups.
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I still need to do something about this.
Phone, still sitting on the coffee table. The message is still displayed there (no calls, surprise surprise) "the bastards fragged Root"
...Wait... Thursday? What? How did I lose four fucking days? I need to.. ohh ok I need to sit back down for a bit... Head swimming... glasses, there we go. I knew I should have picked up that detox trick...
What the... Ok, I guess the massive pile of empty bottles might explain a bit of my confusion. Though... it raises the question as to why I'm not in the hospital.
Let's see... fed the cat. Hm, fed the cat ham. When did I get ham? Christmas lights on half the windows in one room, torn down from the others.
Phone? No calls, but I've got the saved message.
Computer still open...
...Oh, oh fuck...
FUCK!
What the HELL did I SEND?! And there's responses.... "Well well my little parasitic appendage,"
Oh lord... am I such a fucking child that I resorted to drunkenly calling them out? Am I so fucking USELESS that I can't do ANYTHING about this but whine to people who don't even know what happened? Yes, yes, that's EXACTLY what I did...
Maybe it's better that it happened this way... now he won't see all my constant fuck-ups.
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I still need to do something about this.
Phone, still sitting on the coffee table. The message is still displayed there (no calls, surprise surprise) "the bastards fragged Root"