in which my friends are batshit.

[perenniallurker]

So, upon returning from the cottage* today, I turned on my phone and found no less than five texts in which my friends complained to me. I feel so. . . proud?

Anyway, the subjects were, in order:

• bemoaning their sobriety
• bemoaning their lack of sobriety
• complaining about the heat
• worried about the power
• and then, of course, there was the one talking about vomiting on people.

. . . . . .Yeeeeeeah.

* My introduction to this happening was my mom bursting into my bedroom at about 5:00 PM on Thursday and going "JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LION GET IN THE CAR." I was most displeased.