I Am A Zombie Today

I am utterly exhausted. I got I think maybe two and a half hours of sleep last night. I'm sure you can imagine why.

So Club Charles last night. Got kind of a late start, probably was close to eleven when Nick came to pick me up. Yesterday was his first day back to work and he didn't get out till ten or close to it and he had to go home and change before coming down here to get me. Got to Club Charles, were propositioned by a random and infinately shady whoadie outside the bar about buying blow, it was kind of scary, because despite Nick saying, "No, man, not interested", the guy was persistant and stood a little too close to him for my liking. I had kept walking when the guy started to say what are you into blah blah blah and turned around and just kind of stood waiting and was very glad when they did the buzzer at the bar and let us in. I would never buy anything from a random whoadie on the street, anyways, even if I ever was in the market for something.

When we went in, no one was playing music so we played five songs for two bucks, then fifteen for five bucks, so pretty much the whole time we were there, it was all awesome songs we'd picked, and everybody had to listen to our good taste haha! It was nice just sitting and singing along and kissing. I had four, or nearly four white Russians, DELICIOUS!! Had a wee bit of beer right before we left and amazingly didn't feel the slightest conflict from it and the milk. In fact I'd actually forgotten about that till just now. Ah, alcohol. I wonder if anybody who reads this thinks I'm a complete lush. I said something along those lines to Nick, and he said, "No you were never a lush, and then you met me." Which isn't true either. His lezzie friends got there pretty late and when we left, I was drunk and had to pee so fucking bad and after two fruitless and heartbreaking trips to two gas stations, neither of which yielded anything in the way of me empying my bladder, we just came home and God did it feel good to go to the bathroom, especially in one's own home.

Yeah, I am completely exhausted. I totally cannot make a habit of this going out when I have to work the next day. It wasn't even the going out, in this case. It was the "once we got back" that stretched on into nearly 5 o'clock this morning. He fell asleep at the foot of the bed, and I had a hell of a time trying to get him to rotate to lay properly on the pillows and that, but finally did once I got up to take my pill at 6:30. It ended up being easier than I thought to get up and get Nick up and us both out of there in ample time for me to get to work, and once I got here, nearly comatose, I had to go upstairs and get some breakfast food to hopefully give me some energy and counter any alcohol still coursing about.

I was proud of myself yesterday. I didn't eat all day, just a Frap on lunch, a really, really good one, too, and then around 8 or so I had a Red Baron French Bread Pizza. I was going to have mashed potatoes but maybe tonight. I intended not to eat this morning, since I almost never eat breakfast, but I did, so I guess I just won't have anything till dinner, and then just enough to have something on my stomach to go to Two For Tuesdays. I totally need to take a nap when I get home and definately will not stay out, or up, super late like this again. It will have to wait for the weekend.