Wardrums
Last day of the first week back at varsity, post-Easter break. That was a stupid sentence. I have been getting tests and assignments back. I am passing everything, and I have room for improvement. See...good things
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That is not terribly impressive. It's more impressive than my "there has not been alcohol since..." count, but almost anything is more impressive than my "there has not been alcohol since..." count.
I would tell the story of tonight's Dramah(TM), but I am tired and right now I just don't care.
So much Dramah. Allllll of the Dramah. Gotta love it.
Need sleep. I want to cry and I'm telling myself it's just because of sleep deprivation.
*sigh* Yeah, the Rock DJ didn't believe me either. Maybe because I was crying on his shirt while saying, "I'm fine, I'm fine."
I was going to stay and talk to him and maybe deal with things but then...I didn't. I could go back but I can't afford the taxi fare and he'll have gone for a walk to sober up and I won't find him. Excuses. Some of them legitimate. But tired. Need to curl up in bed and die. Work in a few hours. Then tiny bit of sleep, then more work, then have to play hostess for all our guests for Sunday Roast. Maybe a chance to talk to RDJ tomorrow (Sunday) night, if I'm lucky and Santa loves me.
Maybe I'll still be awake when he comes home tonight. Don't sleep well so it's possible. It's happened before.
Tiiiiiiiiiired.
Don't care.
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