Oww, my neck!
I must remember to not sleep on the couch because I’m too drunk to make it downstairs to my lovely bed! My neck aches quite terribly from what I gather to be that time sleeping on the couch, d’oh.
An oddity this morning was that Matthew (not my brother) called, he mentioned being off this weekend and asked me to do something with him and from what I gather some friends of his, saying he’d called again either Saturday morning or evening. I had put this thought into my head that the next time he’d call I’d just let it go to voicemail, but I was just a bit too surprised to see that it was him calling at 9:30 on this day. Anyway, I said “probably” and basically left it at ‘we’ll see how it goes’ because, well, I have about as much faith in him as my ability to pick up a house and carry it to another city.
Mostly though, I’d really like to spend some time with JayPea, I sent him a text message a little bit ago letting him know that he’s welcome to come here this evening (in response to seeing a bit earlier that he wanted to go somewhere tonight). I don’t have all that much faith in that either, but oh well, I’m trying at least right? I really hate the whole me being single thing when my brothers are here with their girlfriends (or soon to be wives for that matter)…. especially when I was, in theory, so close before to being in a relatively similar situation myself.
Being passed out on the couch from drinking wine that tasted all too much like grape juice was my brilliant excuse for not helping carry in the fifty thousand pounds of xmess stuff from the car, I mean, I did carry it from the store to the car, that was enough for me, heh! Actually, the fact it tasted like grape juice was my ‘to mom’ reason that I was drunk in the first place… I really didn’t intend to drink the whole damned bottle, but.. uhm.. it just happened. I have to say though that it did feel pretty damned good, which is probably why I really try to avoid drinking, because, well… when something feels good like that the natural progression is to keep doing it.
There’s probably a ‘what’s the big deal?’ sort of sentiment when I mentioned drinking, but the big deal is that I used to spend every single night drunk since it is the easiest [legal] way to not deal with life, and I really don’t want to be ‘a drunk’ ever again.