Home. Clean. Not sleepy.
Finally left Mike's house 'cause he had to work at 9pm tonight and I feel like I'm overstaying my welcome there anyhow. We seriously need to save for an apartment.
I have to wake up at 9 tomorrow morning 'cause I'm on-call at 11. GUH. This is gonna be impossible. Last night Mike and I woke up at 6pm, went to Nate's around 11, went out to this fancy little dive off Lake City Way called Rose Garden and had a few drinks, shot some pool, etc. Then we were up drinking until like 6am back at Nate's place. Took Nate to work at 8-ish, went back to Mike's, passed out. Woke up at 8pm. Jesus. I'm gonna have to knock myself out with some NyQuil or something.
Work, party, Mike's. Work, party, Mike's. This has been the neverending cycle. Heh.
I feel like I need a giant cheeseburger. Seriously.
I'm really not looking forward to working tomorrow. And at some point I need to get my car over to Gramma and Grampa's so Grampa can diagnose which side my CV axle is fucking up on. Almost 95% HIV positive it's the passenger side, but I still need him to confirm. My car's about to combust or something.
I feel like balls.
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