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| Current music: | the furnace |
long rambling post about being sick today and the SOBER one last night
i am sick. my body aches, my head aches, my eyes hurt, my knees and elbows and neck are more painful right now than they have been since... well, i guess the whole superbad part of mono. actually, now that i think about it, i'm not too too bad. i woke up at 8 am made some tea and breakfast and fought with my family for a while. then, i went back to sleep and woke up at 2 pm to find that amy, rachel, and paige had gone to peoria, illinois for the weekend. yay! those stupid little girls do nothing but giggle and wrestle and squeal and it makes me want to kick them real hard. brr, i just got the chills. either it is really cold out, or something is wrong with me, because i usually have to sleep in my boxers, and i am wearing a thick t-shirt and my flannel bottoms under my two blankets, and i am just warm enough to not start fucking with the confusing digital thermostat thing.
i love tea.
last night... OMFG i was so pissed off. i went to sarah's and played pool for a few hours, had dinner there, then had a few drinks and played pool for another few hours. i was barely buzzed, just enough to think, "wow, i feel kinda warm." i thought sarah was on the same level as me, but boy, was i wrong. i knew something was up when, about an hour later, she asked me if i wanted to drive her car into town and hang out at jaime and steve's house. i accepted the offer, as i enjoy driving her car. the weather was pure shit... the "flurries" that were forecasted was more like white-out conditions for the entire stretch of us-2 from beechwood to homer road.
so okay, we get to steve's house and hang out for a bit, things are cool for me. but sarah starts acting all fucking retarded, as though she were wasted. i couldn't figure it out for the life of me. then, she started talking about all the "downers" she was on.... percocet, pot, jack daniel's, beer... so i move things along, eager to part ways with her, so we go to her house and we all play pool and, soon enough, i am the only sober person there. sarah was really violently drunk. she was hitting people with pool sticks and punching us and just being an all-around stupiddrunkbitch. she kept thinking that she knew how to play pool... she was arguing us on every rule that there is, especially the ones about scratching on the 8-ball, knocking the 8-ball in before your other balls are off the table, where to put the cue ball after a scratch, whether or not you have to bank the cue ball off the far side to hit a ball on the near side of those two dots... ugh it was not fun.
so i decide to be stupid and go along with steve's "diversion" while the girls went out to the garage to get more beer. that helped with the anger, but it didn't help my headache. i didn't feel sick until about 20 minutes after the second time. but anywho, this story is getting too drawn out. i ended up having to help both steve and jaime out of the basement and into my car, then i had to deal with their drunk asses all the way home on the back roads going about 25 because of the snow... that's right kids from iron river area, that's about 35 fucking minutes in a car with no radio humoring two drunks, one of which is trying to get you to join a pyramid scheme.... so when i got home i figured to let up on my new and experimental low-calorie nazi-ism and have some cupcakes and a beer.
the end!
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