A little better...
Well, last night was fun. By the time Sara got home, after two times of telling me that she was leaving in a couple of minutes, but taking 2 and a half hours to actually get home, I was so infuriated. Not only did I still not have a good explanation as too why I was kept worring and wondering where the hell she was, but the plans I had made to go have coffee with a friend had been ruined. After a quick discussion with my friend, I decided to try and make it out there (to Dallas, which is 30 minutes away) so we could at least say hi. If I would have left right then, I would have had time to make it to work on time. Well, even though I told Sara that I didn't want to talk about this right then, and even though I was pressed for time, she made me talk about all this. I headed out to Dallas then, and I fucking got lost as hell trying to find my friend's apartment. Well, finding my way not only took up all the time we would have had to hang out, but, it also cut wayyy into my buffer for being able to get to work on time. Once I got to her place, we only had time to say hi, and then walk back to my car. I headed straight home to change, and by the time I got home, I was already half an hour late for work. I called work, and told them I would be there in about another half hour. Then I changed, and got to work just in time to miss what little buisiness we had last night. So, I got to work last night for a measly $38. ARGH! I'd had been up since Saturday afternoon around 5pm, and by the time I got to work, I had been up for like, 36 hours. That's pretty harsh when you have no chemical assistance. I would have at least gotten some sleep if I hadn't been up all day Sunday worrying about Sara. Argh! Well, I figured that I'd extend an olive branch to Tom, because I really don't blame him, and I didn't want him to think that I did. So, I got a blunt from one of the guys at work for him, cuz I knew he likes to smoke. I got home, lit the blunt, and woke him up with a "Hey fucker, happy birthday, wake and bake man!" After he woke up, I tried to wake up Sara, and once she finally did, it took forever to convince her to smoke. She finally did, and once she got stoned, she pretty much fell right back asleep. Shortly there after so did Tom. Well, here I sit now... Having to watch Sara... MY Sara, damnit!, cuddle up to this guy. FUCK THIS!