blehhh.. .. ..... longest most boring post ever
Spent what felt like the entire day at the stupid hospital. But wait - let's start with last night... or maybe even the night before. Yes, the night before - the party night. Let's start with the party. My friend Gary turned 40 on Saturday night. Apparently this is quite some kind of an accomplishment as he has had aids for ever and wasn't ever expected to live to be 40 but with the miracle of todays science blah blahblah - 40. Ok, so it's a big deal and he is a fan (mildly... hah) of the Lord of the Rings so he decides to have a fucking costume party where you are supposed to dress up like LOTR characters or time-period. At first I said no but then I got into the "party spirit" (thanks prozac!) and decided to rent a costume from Vintage Costumes. Making a longer story shorter Terry P was late coming into work (a secret blessing of which we will soon see why - maybe) so I couldn't get my costume. I decided to go anyway since a good friend of mine was going as well (I actually don't like parties with a bunch of strangers dressed up like Dungeons and Dragons - go figure - what's wrong with me?) and she wasn't costumed either. All's I had to eat was a pear pastry for bfast and some potato salad at the party along with 2 bottles of wine. Then I decide we (me and 2 friends) have to get more drinks so we cab it over to the College Inn pub and I drink 1/2 a pitcher of beer and a cocktail (I think). I get the bartenders phone number before leaving - we're going out for drinks sometime. Get a cab and a sort of good looking Egyptian gentleman is driving. He makes it quite clear that he thinks I am sexy and would like to "hang out". I said what the hell - stopped by Safeway and got another bottle of wine, back to my house and drank 2/3rds of it and then fuck the cab driver. Sunday go to work - as boring and annoying as usual - at home I drink the rest of the wine from the night before and a large vodka tonic with no ice (nasty). Go to bed at 2:30 and wake up at 6:30 to take Dad to the hospital for his hernia surgery. That's where we are at the start. I had some kind of strange hive-ish type thing on my face in the waiting room - I'm sure it was likely stress related. It was weird though these 3 itchy bumps on the side of my face. Small and unobtrusive but annoying never the less. Gone now though. Worked for a bit then back to the hospital and took Dad home. Came home and drank a bottle of wine in like 20 minutes with a pizza and passed out at 7:30. Woke up at 10 thinking I was late to work. Can't sleep even though I did try until 2am at which point I decided to clean the cat boxes since they were at maximum capacity. Much like Sara's puppies my cats are shit machines. I was feeling a bit bad for being so fucking lazy and not cleaning the boxes until they were out of control until I saw the Orangeina snacking on 2 day old puke - she likes to scarf and barf. At that point I realized that in addition to needing another drink (sherry this time) I was either a very bad person for not cleaning up the puke in the first place (actually I really didn't know it was there until she started eating it) and letting the boxes go or I was just a bit higher on the food chain/intellectual capacity level. If the cat is going to eat 2 day old puke I am pretty sure she doesn't care that her box is too full of poop and pee to effectively use. I am - shit what's the word - when you transfer feelings/thoughts that you have onto something/one else and think that it's the way they think and feel? Can't remember it. I can't decide if I feel good for getting someone's number to go out for drinks and fucking a cab driver even though I am fat and blobby - maybe others don't see me the way I see myself? And then there's the whole ex issue. Which I am not able to think much about yet. It's easier if I don't (thanks again prozac!). I have a crappy haircut and have to hide it in pigtails and the color is too yellow but I am also too lazy to do anything about it. I am bored and can't sleep. This could go on forever but shouldn't. I want a maid to come and clean my house but feel somehow that it is morally wrong. When you stop to think about it it becomes much more of an issue than it should. I wonder if I would be a better person if I stopped drinking but I doubt it.