poop nuggets.
Last night was made of fail and heartache. I don't know if Ortho Evra changed their prescriptions or what, but I've been emotional lately (please note last entry). I think it's because I don't really sleep much due to work.
Anyway, more to the point... I was really upset by my SF friends last night. Earlier this week, I asked them if they were down to drink and sing karaoke Thursday night. Resounding YES! replies (except for Geoffrey who said maybe). Fail after fail after fail. I paid for a hotel room for people to drink and crash in. The nutshell is that 3/4 of my friends made plans over the plans and either didn't come or were uber late.
In the middle of Benihana, I almost started crying (not sad crying, mad crying) because I don't know why I make such ridiculous efforts (making reservations, paying for things, etc.). I told the late girl that I'd be fine if they had just TOLD ME they couldn't make it. We ate across the street, and karaoke was awesome. At the end of the night, Josh comes to me and says he can't stay in the city.
Instant. Anger. Basically, I spent money to do something nice for my friends and it was completely superfluous. Not only was I completely sober, but I was going to be spending the night by myself downtown when I could have gone home. I told him to fuck off and stated irately when it was being discussed who was going where that Yvonne was driving me downtown where I would spend the night by myself. He felt bad and changed his mind, but I tried to make him go home anyway. When we got to the hotel room, we talked for over an hour. I told him (again) that I would have been fine if he had told me earlier (like at 11AM when he know, before I checked into the hotel). Things worked out and watching him leave this morning was just as hard as it was day1.
Oh life... why you do dis?
Anyway, more to the point... I was really upset by my SF friends last night. Earlier this week, I asked them if they were down to drink and sing karaoke Thursday night. Resounding YES! replies (except for Geoffrey who said maybe). Fail after fail after fail. I paid for a hotel room for people to drink and crash in. The nutshell is that 3/4 of my friends made plans over the plans and either didn't come or were uber late.
In the middle of Benihana, I almost started crying (not sad crying, mad crying) because I don't know why I make such ridiculous efforts (making reservations, paying for things, etc.). I told the late girl that I'd be fine if they had just TOLD ME they couldn't make it. We ate across the street, and karaoke was awesome. At the end of the night, Josh comes to me and says he can't stay in the city.
Instant. Anger. Basically, I spent money to do something nice for my friends and it was completely superfluous. Not only was I completely sober, but I was going to be spending the night by myself downtown when I could have gone home. I told him to fuck off and stated irately when it was being discussed who was going where that Yvonne was driving me downtown where I would spend the night by myself. He felt bad and changed his mind, but I tried to make him go home anyway. When we got to the hotel room, we talked for over an hour. I told him (again) that I would have been fine if he had told me earlier (like at 11AM when he know, before I checked into the hotel). Things worked out and watching him leave this morning was just as hard as it was day1.
Oh life... why you do dis?