Muh.

So. Stressed. Out. I'll be a little better once I refigure my budget, but still a bit... meh.

Last night I was closing at work and I expected to get off around 11-11:30. Terry was supposed to show up and wait for me in the parking lot around 10:30 so he could hop in my car and we'd head to Seattle for Chev's birthday thing. But oh no! Closing on Saturdays is HELL because people are fucking savages in the store and shit was EVERYWHERE. It was absolutely trashed. When I realized it was midnight I asked Shelby if I could go outside to see if Terry was waiting. So I went out there and found out he'd been waiting since SEVEN O' FUCKING CLOCK. The show he was supposed to play fell through 'cause the drummer or somebody was sick or something, so he had nothing better to do but wait for me to get off work. Glorious. So I had to go back inside and clean up until the registers were finally all closed down. Which happened around 1:20. FAB. We knew that the bars were gonna be closed by the time we got there, so we just went to Chev's house, watched some Burnt Face Man and went to sleep in very awkward positions on the couch. Heh. Woke up around 11 and remembered that Napoleon was still in my car, so we took off. Drove to the outlet mall so Terry could pick up his truck, went to his old apartment to grab the rest of his stuff, went to Richard's to get Toby's guitar and stack business and put air in my front right tire, went to Napa to pick up shit for our cars, then headed to the house to work on and wash our vehicles. Yep. Put new headlights in mine and put some oil in it. Drives much nicer now.

Terry's uncle or something is in town, so his parents were having a huge dinner at their house. I was (and still kinda am) in a strange mood, so I just came home. I dunno what my fuckin' deal is today.

Other than that. On Friday John, Kyle and Doom showed up at the house with the most life-changing thing EVER. His name is Frankie and he's a RUBBER FIST. Not even just a fist, a whole fucking firearm. So we wobbled that around for a while and I took a million pictures and videos. Pierced Kyle's eyebrow. Then around 2:30 I took off and went to Target on the way to Camano and picked up the Amy Winehouse cd and FINALLY FOUND the Criterion Collection Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. UNGH. I've been wanting it for SO LONG. Picked Terry up from work, cashed his check, went to the house to grab shit, then took off in good ol' Petunia (Terry's truck's new name. Heh!) to Lynnwood. Guitar Center to pick up his new Ibanez, then we drove up and down 99 trying to figure out where we wanted to eat. Finally settled on Shari's, which, as we all know, is right across the goddamn street from Guitar Center. HEH. Went to the liquor store in Tulalip and bought a fifth of this badass pomegranate liqeur. DELICIOUS. Went to the house, drank, passed out. Woke up around 10, went to Elger Bay for breakfast, dropped Terry at home and headed to work. Worked 10 hours, as stated above. Fuckin' wee.

I may go back to the island in a while. After I get my brain back to normal. We were both kinda upset when I left, so I feel bad and I miss him already. GUH.