three sheets to the wind... and floating...
Last night, I stayed up until like four talking to Tom online. He says he might come to Snohomish tomorrow. I found out that he has a no contact order on me on his ARY. It's fucked up. But he doesn't care. That's a bad thing. I'd rather him not see me than end up in jail because of me. Oh well. It's his choice. This morning, at seven, Bailey woke me up. We split a fifth of a *really* good scotch aged twelve years. So I'm really kinda drunk right now. It's great. I am an alcoholic. I admit it. Bailey is funny when he's drunk. I deal with this every morning because he wakes me up at seven every morning. He's moving to Montana to go to college. I'll miss him. He's like an older brother to me. Sigh. I'm probably going to go to the river today and go swimming. I need to do the dishes first though. Jolene should be home by now, unless her dad's being a jackass. Which he probably is. well, I'm going to go. I need to get my shit together so I can leave in a while.