Salt In My Wounds
2004-07-20||xx||2:32 a.m.
*chuckles* Sea Grass- damn it, i wish i could remember what it was I said that about. I know I said it, but damn if I can remember why I said it. Or when.
Therein lies the crux of it all- you can drink, and while your obliviously speaking others aren't...
It's been a while since I updated, and yes, there are reasons. But still, there are other stories to write about.
Got picked up friday by Mike and we hung out for a few hours before going to pick up Autumn. In the process I got drunk. I do that a lot on the weekends, sometimes it's a good stress relief, others, well I should watch the quantity of beer I consume. Anyways, we all hung out friday night doing something, that I really wish i could remember... Oh wait, i know! Picked up Autie, and good lord she was tired! Played some poker for a while. Autie was so tired she went to bed, and yes, I felt reeeeeeeal bad for her cause she had to be up at 6am for work. Obscene hour to be working, anyways.
Next day is saturday and Mike and I run to frederick to drop off the van he's destroyed, oops, I mean the van that's broke from all the trips he has to take for work. Enterprise drops off a truck for him to drive in the meantime and I start thinking about calling out of work.
Later, at the Valley Mall in hagerstown i do just that, having convinced Mike that FSK would be bad if anyone saw me. Later that night Mike, Autie and I all hook up with Autie's boss at Best Buy for drinks and darts. i drink WAY too fucking much Yingling and end up paying for it in spades Sunday and Monday nights at work.
I have some sort of condition wherein if I get too stressed, or hot, I will start to cramp up on my left side. Well, I got hot, and I cramped, and everytime I would take a drink I would cramp worse and worse until finally I had to sit down for about an hour. I clocked out early because I felt so ill and went back in monday thinking all was good only to find that the bugger was still there. At the point of this writing I have managed to drink milk, gatorade and water, but have yet to eat anything solid. I haven't eaten since that sub on saturday night.
Tomorrow is a meeting I have to be at work for. new menu and all. And it's on my day off too. Bastards.
This weekend I am hooking up with Mike and Autie again, but I may try to prod Mike to run me up to Resthaven Cemetary for a few minutes friday night. It's been a LONG time since I have been to my mom's grave and I feel like I should go here soon. Not sure why, but I feel I should go. Plus, my uncle Frank is in town for the week and I haven't seen him in 7 years. It was good to see him for the few minutes I saw him today, and all.
Anyways, got some stuff to da, no lyrics tonight but for those that are curious for a song, check out Shemeika Copelands' "Salt In My Wounds" from the Three To tango soundtrack. If you can't find it don't worry, I know someone will think of you in the next few days and make sure you get it.
Love,
Cephy