I Feel Real and I Really Don’t Want To
What a stupid week it’s been. I’m finally regathering my wits after a week-long drunk. It wasn’t too good.
It started last weekend on a Friday. I didn’t feel good and I felt like getting drunk, so that’s mostly what I did. Scott went out that night and I had the place to myself and some time to myself for once in a long time. I had some gin and got sad.
Saturday was just a hangover.
Monday was another hangover.
Tuesday I dreamt Aaron was hanging around as a ghost.
Wednesday I ate a pizza I stole.
Thursday I clogged Scott’s toilet.
But mostly I just ate marshmallows on the couch watching Freaks and Geeks.
This weekend was kind of fucked, too. Friday I got drunk with Robby and his girl Dre and we did a bunch of blow and didn’t get to sleep till 6am, since I kept them up all night talking their goddamn ears off and having another meltdown. I should stop being so open with people, I think. It’s a very unattractive quality, to just cry all over everyone all the time.
Anyway, I puked everywhere when I got back to Scott’s the next morning.
A long week of bad nights is what it was. I don’t remember most of it, and I’m sure I wouldn’t be proud of any of it. I’m just hoping for a better week this time.
And needless to say, Scott’s sick to death of me. Might be time to find a new couch, wouldn’t you say?