I’m finding myself becoming more and more of an insomniac. It’s nearly 7 in the morning now, and I’ve been up for almost 24 hours, and I’m not tired at all.
I have so many things running through my mind at all times that even if I tried to lay down, I wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink.
As of right now, I’m taking a short break from washing my dishes, so I can sneak in a post. Nothing too interesting has happened as of late, although I did go drinking on Wednesday that ended in quite a debacle.
It was Kelly’s birthday, so we went to a local shit-bar for a short while for her to get her birthday mug and get in a game or two of pool. After about an hour or so, we all (Kelly, Jeff, and myself) got quite bored, so we decided to go back to Kelly’s place and drink some more. As the night went on a few more friends showed up and the fun began. As the night went on, I stopped drinking and sobered up, but everyone else kept-a-drinking. To make a long story short, we all went home, and two my friends rode their bikes home, but decided to take a shortcut through a cemetery. I think we all know where this is going, and let me just say right away, that helmets are always necessary, and biking should not be done at all in a cemetery with ANY amount of alcohol consumed.
While they were biking home, they’re not quite sure what happened but friend #1 lost control of the bike, must have fallen on a headstone, and ended up in the hospital with a broken clavicle, 3 broken ribs, and bumps and bruises up the wazoo.
In other news, I’ve been looking for a different place to live for three people, and so far the search has been disappointing to say the least. One of the people I called said that the apartment was available… but only for three months. *click* (That’s me hanging up my phone.) The next apartment I inquired about ended up falling through because as soon as I started talking to the landlord, I realized he was a raging asshole, and knew immediately that I did not want to rent from someone who, when trying to lure new tenants, made NO good impression on me. Word of warning to this douche-bag: Don’t act like a royal prick if you are trying to get someone to rent your place. It really does nothing for your character.
So we’ll see how the whole house hunt goes, and I’ll post here if there’s anything promising.
Well, I will get back to washing my pots and pans, assuming they’ve been soaking long enough in the scalding hot water to remove the days of grime and debris.
