Week Recap
Well, I should probably update on my week. I've either been entertaining people, being entertained by people, drinking, or too damn tired to give a fuck. But now that it's Friday, and I'm not tired enough for an afternoon nap yet, I should probably give it a try.
Monday
I texted Patrick Sunday night asking if he wanted to go to Justin's game with me. Monday, after my fall and the doctor's, I went downtown and watched the game. About the 6th inning Patrick showed up. At least he got to watch them play this time. After they won (finally!), we stuck around and drank for a bit, then went to Uncle Joe's with the team for some food.
It was about 11:30 by the time we were done, but Patrick wanted to hang out since he didn't have to work the next day. So he came back to my place and we watched Varsity Blues. He was there until about 2, which made me super tired and cranky the next day.
Tuesday
Went to Justin's game again. Patrick showed up late, and they got their asses kicked by the cops: 25ish to 1. Ouch. The team was all going out afterwards, but I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep, so I headed home.
Wednesday
Came home from work, ate dinner, then got ready to go to Jason's. I get here and promptly start drinking. I think: it's bad to drink on your own during the work week. I also think: who else drinks during the work week? So Justin cames over, we drank and watched The Village since I've had a hankering for that movie but I can't watch it on my own. We killed the French Kiss and I thought about Kat a lot. How it's no longer the same hanging out with Justin.
Thursday
Picked Justin up and gave him a ride to work. The boy was complaining about having to walk in the sun. Oh wah, at least he didn't have to walk back in the afternoon when it was 85! So shush!
After work, Justin invited me over due to my very very bad day. We drank, watched Beerfest (which is hilarious in every way except for the massive amount of bared boobies at the beginning), and Justin made us Macaroni and Cheese.
I do have to say, though, that being only 2 people now is weird. I'm used to more or less hiding in the background, laughing at Kat and Justin, and smiling when Justin walks out of the room and Kat makes a remark. Now I stumble over my words and don't make much sense. And I have to say, hitting on Justin is just plain creepy!
After the movie, Justin stole some more of my music, then we ended up rolling around on the floor, fighting over the Maxim magazine with Kristen Bell in it, because, you know, she's hot.
It ended up getting really late and I wasn't in great shape to drive, so I spent the night. Which was awkward in many ways, I think. I got cold half way through and had to steal sheets. And in the morning I didn't have my toothbrush or hair brush or anything. But luckily I had a change of shirt and my jeans. I'm just glad I only work half days.
Monday
I texted Patrick Sunday night asking if he wanted to go to Justin's game with me. Monday, after my fall and the doctor's, I went downtown and watched the game. About the 6th inning Patrick showed up. At least he got to watch them play this time. After they won (finally!), we stuck around and drank for a bit, then went to Uncle Joe's with the team for some food.
It was about 11:30 by the time we were done, but Patrick wanted to hang out since he didn't have to work the next day. So he came back to my place and we watched Varsity Blues. He was there until about 2, which made me super tired and cranky the next day.
Tuesday
Went to Justin's game again. Patrick showed up late, and they got their asses kicked by the cops: 25ish to 1. Ouch. The team was all going out afterwards, but I was tired and just wanted to go to sleep, so I headed home.
Wednesday
Came home from work, ate dinner, then got ready to go to Jason's. I get here and promptly start drinking. I think: it's bad to drink on your own during the work week. I also think: who else drinks during the work week? So Justin cames over, we drank and watched The Village since I've had a hankering for that movie but I can't watch it on my own. We killed the French Kiss and I thought about Kat a lot. How it's no longer the same hanging out with Justin.
Thursday
Picked Justin up and gave him a ride to work. The boy was complaining about having to walk in the sun. Oh wah, at least he didn't have to walk back in the afternoon when it was 85! So shush!
After work, Justin invited me over due to my very very bad day. We drank, watched Beerfest (which is hilarious in every way except for the massive amount of bared boobies at the beginning), and Justin made us Macaroni and Cheese.
I do have to say, though, that being only 2 people now is weird. I'm used to more or less hiding in the background, laughing at Kat and Justin, and smiling when Justin walks out of the room and Kat makes a remark. Now I stumble over my words and don't make much sense. And I have to say, hitting on Justin is just plain creepy!
After the movie, Justin stole some more of my music, then we ended up rolling around on the floor, fighting over the Maxim magazine with Kristen Bell in it, because, you know, she's hot.
It ended up getting really late and I wasn't in great shape to drive, so I spent the night. Which was awkward in many ways, I think. I got cold half way through and had to steal sheets. And in the morning I didn't have my toothbrush or hair brush or anything. But luckily I had a change of shirt and my jeans. I'm just glad I only work half days.