BAH.
I’m one of those lucky sunsabitches allergic to cats. Everytime I go to a party at someone’s house I always have to inquoire in advance, and if necessary bring Claritin for the sneezing and runny eyes and albuterol for the asthma. It’s sad, because I really like cats. It’s also sad because even though Claritin is one of those advanced no-drowsiness antihistamines, the next day is always a killer.
I really didn’t drink THAT much last night: four beers, two glasses of wine, and some homebrewed cider that packed a punch. But goddamn if I was able to get anything done today. We spilled out of bed around 11:00, both of us feeling tired and hungover. We skipped the coffee went down to Trader Joe’s to buy groceries, figuring the free coffee they have there would be OK. Unfortunately, they had that ungodly spiced shit: Christina likes it, but to me it’s like drinking a fucking gingerbread man. On top of that, my housemate’s rent check bounced like a rubber meatball, and now I’m overdrawn by over $250 bucks until tomorrow (and that’s if he gives me cash). It’s actually not his fault: he’s usually very good about getting me the rent on time, but his current employer (N’s a carpenter) has a bit of a gambling problem. Not only did my rent check bounce, but so did N’s paycheck, so he’s feeling about as BAH as I am.
It’s about 8:30. I just got up from a nap that started at 6:00 PM, and I think I’m going to have to force myself to stay awake for a few hours if I’m going to get anything resembling sleep tonight.
I also believe I will dip into my savings and go get a beer.
