afternoon at toad’s
February 10, 2003but i strap myself in
February 12, 2003hmm yesterday i did the ole “skip breakfast, eat lunch and replace dinner with alcohol” thing that i tend to usually save just for the weekends. usually i cram at least 2 meals into my poor, malnurnished, hungover body but last night it just didn’t happen.
after consuming even more*shudder* drugs and alcohol, i go to bed.
fast forward to 6am with marla whining.
oh great, 2 huge puddles of dog shit on the carpet.
good morning toad, welcome to tuesday. get the paper towels….
i lay on the couch so pissed that i can’t even go back to sleep. i feel like beecher when he’s laying there with his broken arms and legs. I finally fall asleep, get woken up several times, when Andy, cuz i know it was fucking andy cuz no one else does this, calls our house and lets the phone ring 30-40 times to make sure no one is there. i hate our phone.
then around 9am the cell phone starts ringing. Yes dad, i’ll fix it, just send me a email detailing what you want. Yes dad, i’ll fix it later, i’m in the middle of something….Yes dad, yes dad, yes dad.
going back to couch…