It's nice to go grocery shopping when you're drunk and don't have to worry. She got me a shit ton of food, she was literally walking down the aisles and throwing shit in the cart. She was getting stuff that I haven't eaten since I was little but it's all good. I'm a hungry hungry hippo so I'll inhale that shit. We finally went to the beer store and then we went home. We took all the shit inside and she saw the bookcases. She was actually impressed with how clean my apartment was. Clearly, she doesn't come over very often because my apartment is always clean as shit. As usual, she went thru my closet and all my drawers to make sure that I didn't have any of her shit. I hate it when she does that. I'm her only child, it's my job to
I sprawled out on the couch and continued reading while also revamping my blog and playing around on Stumbleupon.com. That shit is addictive! I was halfway through the book, done with the blog and ready to go to bed. It was 3 AM at this point. My neighbor came home with 2 sluttactic girls. I've never actually met this guy but I've heard that he's a weirdo. I didn't really get a good look at him though the peephole, that thing's only so big! I was fairly certain that they were going to have a threesome. I have no idea what led me to that conclusion but I was eagerly awaiting the sounds of fornication. I sat on the floor in my living room, with a glass held up to the wall, with my ear attached to it. I sat and listened, all I could hear them talking about was what he was going to play. I was confused. Were they going to play a game? That's lame. And then I heard it. I would recognize Elton John anywhere. This man was playing Tiny Dancer, on the piano! I got so excited that I nearly dropped the glass and broke it. He was serenading girls with Elton John. What? I was actually kinda confused because he looked a little too goth for all that. He played some other songs, some I didn't recognize. He plays really well; I sat there for awhile and listened through the wall. This is a sign that I'm going to be that crazy, nosy neighbor when I get older. It's a good thing that I'm allergic to cats!
I spent the rest of the weekend on the couch, drinking, finishing Twilight and starting New Moon. I woke up this morning and immediately wished that the day was already over so that I could come home to drink and read. This might be a problem. I thought about the day and then realized that tomorrow is Tuesday. I start back at the restaurant tomorrow morning; I'll be doing doubles on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I actually curled up in the fetal position and cried a little bit. I. HATE. THE. RESTAURANT. You're probably thinking that it can't be that bad. No, it really is and the worst part is that it sucks you in like a black hole. I just keep reminding myself that I'm only there to make money for new furniture. I can do this...right?!