fucking friday shit show

Friday is always my favorite day of the week. I had a 10am meeting at the office with a new client to kick off the new year in somewhat of a positive note. Had lunch with my sales guy and had some super deep conversation about how our proposal is phrased and how we sell what we do. I actually almost feel more lost then i did before but that’s kinda good.

After lunch i stayed at the bar and continued to drink and “work” until my best friend H got there. I bought her some amazing nachos and several glasses of wine. I’ve told her before but i love being around her, she’s very entertaining. Kinda shows what my humor level is like that it’s only people who work at fucking funeral homes.

We leave there after i spend about $116 in trade credit since they are a customer and she buys wine and i pick up some photos from walgreens. Oh, i need to remember to post that.

So we go back and P cooks himself a steak in my kitchen while i drink the wine H bought for me. It’s 9pm tho, time to go to karaoke. I forced one of them to give me a ride to my spot. I had been drinking for about a solid 10 hours at this point so i wasn’t really my best. I wish i had brought the camera, always bring the camera…It was a rough walk home.

It’s about 2 miles and it’s not all like on sidewalks so i’m strolling through people’s front lawns, completely blacked out, usually singing outloud whatever song i just sang at karaoke. This is also when i get my best drunk dialing, before and after karaoke, anyway.

My other friend P left me a hit of acid when he came to visit recently and i decided that today was a perfect day to do it. I took it after eating a nice big breakfast and now sitting in the condo waiting for it to start. Or has it…ugh, okay well, it’s a nice day out and i’m going to go walk in the park.

After this beer.

I’m so fucking close to just burning this life down. Resign from every organization, double everyone’s price, sell the condo, take whatever money i get out of that, get rid of that damn car and just buy a 1 way ticket. I can always have a storage unit in new orleans for certain things i never want to lose but there is no reason to just sit here. Every week when I drive to rotary i have that terrible sense i’m going to just be stuck here because of what i do and what i charge…i kinda just want to quit.

Okay, good time for a walk.