kjpepper | Alcohol Bad. Tree Pretty.

So yesterday I kinda accidentally got smashed.

morlock and I went to the Hangar for lunch, and amidst the usual buttloads of chicken and fries there was also a tall Bass Ale for me (I really should have ordered a short - I wasn't expecting Tall to mean here, drink it out of a glass the size of the Empire State Building... I kinda felt like Pippin at that moment where he's all like "it comes in pints???" except intimidated, not excited...) and a Cape Cod for

morlock... and then we were reminded the hard way that he really can't drink anymore, so I ended up drinking all of my beer and tossing down almost all of his vodka as well. yeah. I dimly remember yelling the word "assfuck!" in the parking lot because I thought it was funny and later asking

morlock to tell his room to stop moving, and goddamn it stop laughing at me. Anyway between me being fuzzy and him being headachey, we spent most of yesterday napping on and off.

And then last night turned out to me Night Of the Icky Dreams. I don't really want to talk about the one that had me freaked out for half an hour and unable to sleep for like 2, but later, yet another dream about Mom. damn, I really have just about had it with all the dreams I've been having about a) her still being in the hospital b) her funeral. Apparently my subconscious still thinks I've got some guilt to work out. Or something. I don't know, lately she really hasn't been leaving me alone, but I really have no clue what she's trying to tell me.

I haven't been home all weekend... I'm supposed to meet

sydneycat at the Wal-marty mall later today and then we're going to go watch bad movies over at her house, though I don't know how long I'm gonna stay over there since I woke up with the menstrual gnomes cheerfully sawing me in half and singing "Blood blood be-blood blood blood" to the tune of the Smurf theme.

Drinking + hormones = fucks up me brain.