Aug 10, 2005 10:29
Last night was fun.
I won't go into details.
But I am never taking care of a random drunk person.
I called in sick to work this morning. My stomach was/is really kicking my ass right now. I have Pop Tarts and Pink Lemonade to ease the pain. I'm at David's right now. My dad doesn't know I called in sick. Not like he'd really care; he's done it before. But there's some feeling like I'm ditching school right now or something. Work is my responsibility, but I felt like I was letting them down when I called in this morning. I'm such a wuss. I'm just going to make my dad think that I went to work today. Have him pick me up at the Metro station as usual. I'm an idiot.