Shit. Tonight is a waste. A fun waste, but a waste.
After school, went to Moretti's with a bunch of classmates. Despite my desire to not drink so much beer anymore (which Ameerah called me on after, oh, six or seven beers) I still had way too much. And a shitload of free wings. Somehow Ben and I won our beanbag toss.
I'm still dizzy.
So, so much for getting some work done tonight. This weekend is going to kill me with fun. Dammit.
Tomorrow I need to get some anthro papers from the library for my midterm and get my final under control. Then the Lifetime/Loved Ones show. Sunday it's Sylvana's baby shower and then the Goddamn Doo Wop Band show. Maybe somewhere in between there I'll get my shit done.
Right now I need to rest. I've been tired all day, but I felt like putting all this out there. Plus I rationalized it by maybe sobering up a bit before I rode home.
I don't think that happened. I feel toasted. Regardless, soon I will head home and probably spend my night reading a novel I've read several times previously and then pass out exhausted.
My life is pathetic. It's been school and self-neglect since John died. I just really don't care about anything else enough to make an effort, even when I know I should. It would probably be good for me to pursue a friendship with Laura Brady and Katie Brokaw, but I can't make myself care enough to go out of my way for it.
