I'm having trouble with my thought process and I'm no engineer
Life comes easy for some folks, for others it can be an ordeal.
This week was a fucking ordeal.
My friend M's boyfriend just broke up with her. It was an ugly, nasty mess and it left her feeling pretty low. So she calls me for some reason--we haven't spoken in a couple months--and proceeds to vent. This goes on all week, with me listening and trying to be patient while she talks in circles. I'm not trying to sound insensitive; she's in pain and I feel sorry for her. However, I get the nagging feeling that the only reason she's calling me is because otherwise she'd be talking to herself. Anyway, one night she calls me and asks me to come up and visit her. I drive out to the boonies and after getting utterly lost, I start to seriously ponder whether or not hillbillies will actually rape a stranded motorist. It was a pretty big concern, espescially since I don't do a good pig impression. So, I get to her house and we watch TV, while she vents some more whenever something in the show (i.e. every five minutes) reminds her of her ex. So I smile and nod and try to keep eye contact even though I'm actually thinking about whether or not my family gets my death benefits if the suicide is police-assisted. Anyway, after about an hour-and-a-half she falls asleep on the couch and I bail, proceeding to get lost again on my way back home. If I was any help at all, I'm glad. Honestly, though, I'm a little burnt-out from listening to her. By the way, before some smartass makes a comment, no I'm not interested in her. I just haven't been a good friend to some people lately and I'm trying to change that.
Friday we had MAP-R testing again, which was conveniently announced the day before. There were six proctors, with me and one of the others doing the bulk of the work. I was already pissed because I skipped going to the club the night before (Chronos or Alchemy or whatever the fuck it's called now) because I had to get up early. Naturally I was even MORE pissed when the testing crap took over half the day because nobody was doing anything. To add to the fun, I had a project due by the end of the day that didn't get done, so I had to bring the work home. I worked on it for about an hour but couldn't concentrate. So, I got absolutely hammered instead, waking up to puke a couple of times during the night.
A funny side-note: Colin calls me up right before I pass out/go to bed and tells me that he and Jenny are in Virginia trying to get a 4-D ultrasound of the baby, who thus far has been uncooperative by constanly facing Jenny's back. I hear some noise in the background and ask where they are. Colin tells me that they're at Wendy's "to get Jenny some spicy food so the little fucker will wake up." In the background I hear Jenny yelling at her stomach, "WAKE UP FETUS!!!" I just about pissed myself. As odd as that was, I know that once the little vagina-pirate chews his way out, those two are going to make really good parents.
Saturday morning I actually managed to get up early to work on the project, skipping a beer tasting (sorry, Eriq) to do so. 9:00 rolled by and I still wasn't done, so I decided to call it a night. Colin called me, so I went over there and ended up getting drunk again. That place has rapidly become a safe-haven for me, replacing the opium-den that used to be Matt's house. It does everyone some good--Colin gets some extra testosterone in the house, I get some human interaction, and Jenny gets to laugh. Once again I'm stuck in the role of comic relief, but I don't mind; I obviously don't know what it's like to be pregnant and hormonal, but I'm guessing that a lady in that situation can use all the laughter she can get. I keep trying to persuade Colin to invest in a catch-net; I think if we can get Jenny laughing hard enough, the bebeh just might shoot out on its own and we can snag it in mid-air.
I finally finished the project this morning.
I think I'm not going to drink for a while. This is the first weekend that I've been really twisted since early January, but I still feel kinda off. It's a good thing that I drink a lot of water during the day; otherwise I might still be sick right now.
Wow, long post about nothing. Go me. I'm gonna go watch the sexy, ripped copy of "30 Days of Night" that the Dark Fantastic acquired.
This week was a fucking ordeal.
My friend M's boyfriend just broke up with her. It was an ugly, nasty mess and it left her feeling pretty low. So she calls me for some reason--we haven't spoken in a couple months--and proceeds to vent. This goes on all week, with me listening and trying to be patient while she talks in circles. I'm not trying to sound insensitive; she's in pain and I feel sorry for her. However, I get the nagging feeling that the only reason she's calling me is because otherwise she'd be talking to herself. Anyway, one night she calls me and asks me to come up and visit her. I drive out to the boonies and after getting utterly lost, I start to seriously ponder whether or not hillbillies will actually rape a stranded motorist. It was a pretty big concern, espescially since I don't do a good pig impression. So, I get to her house and we watch TV, while she vents some more whenever something in the show (i.e. every five minutes) reminds her of her ex. So I smile and nod and try to keep eye contact even though I'm actually thinking about whether or not my family gets my death benefits if the suicide is police-assisted. Anyway, after about an hour-and-a-half she falls asleep on the couch and I bail, proceeding to get lost again on my way back home. If I was any help at all, I'm glad. Honestly, though, I'm a little burnt-out from listening to her. By the way, before some smartass makes a comment, no I'm not interested in her. I just haven't been a good friend to some people lately and I'm trying to change that.
Friday we had MAP-R testing again, which was conveniently announced the day before. There were six proctors, with me and one of the others doing the bulk of the work. I was already pissed because I skipped going to the club the night before (Chronos or Alchemy or whatever the fuck it's called now) because I had to get up early. Naturally I was even MORE pissed when the testing crap took over half the day because nobody was doing anything. To add to the fun, I had a project due by the end of the day that didn't get done, so I had to bring the work home. I worked on it for about an hour but couldn't concentrate. So, I got absolutely hammered instead, waking up to puke a couple of times during the night.
A funny side-note: Colin calls me up right before I pass out/go to bed and tells me that he and Jenny are in Virginia trying to get a 4-D ultrasound of the baby, who thus far has been uncooperative by constanly facing Jenny's back. I hear some noise in the background and ask where they are. Colin tells me that they're at Wendy's "to get Jenny some spicy food so the little fucker will wake up." In the background I hear Jenny yelling at her stomach, "WAKE UP FETUS!!!" I just about pissed myself. As odd as that was, I know that once the little vagina-pirate chews his way out, those two are going to make really good parents.
Saturday morning I actually managed to get up early to work on the project, skipping a beer tasting (sorry, Eriq) to do so. 9:00 rolled by and I still wasn't done, so I decided to call it a night. Colin called me, so I went over there and ended up getting drunk again. That place has rapidly become a safe-haven for me, replacing the opium-den that used to be Matt's house. It does everyone some good--Colin gets some extra testosterone in the house, I get some human interaction, and Jenny gets to laugh. Once again I'm stuck in the role of comic relief, but I don't mind; I obviously don't know what it's like to be pregnant and hormonal, but I'm guessing that a lady in that situation can use all the laughter she can get. I keep trying to persuade Colin to invest in a catch-net; I think if we can get Jenny laughing hard enough, the bebeh just might shoot out on its own and we can snag it in mid-air.
I finally finished the project this morning.
I think I'm not going to drink for a while. This is the first weekend that I've been really twisted since early January, but I still feel kinda off. It's a good thing that I drink a lot of water during the day; otherwise I might still be sick right now.
Wow, long post about nothing. Go me. I'm gonna go watch the sexy, ripped copy of "30 Days of Night" that the Dark Fantastic acquired.