Closet Extremist

Awake?

I think I got to sleep about midnight last night. It only took about a 1/4 of a gallon of bourbon to get me there. Add in the fact that I ate exactly one meal yesterday, and you can probably see my delimma: I'm not sure if I'm hung-over, or still drunk. Luckily, I set the alarm early enough to go get something to eat this morning. Hopefully, it'll soak up enough alchohol to make me, at least, moderately effective at work today.

I stopped by the retail store that I used to work at yesterday. Just to pick up some Acetaminophin for the body-aches. I wound up spending about two hours just standing around talking to my former coworkers. It was kinda nice. Mildred, (The absolutely "One of the sweetest ladies you'd ever like to meet") was door-greeting when I sauntered in. She allowed that she's proud of me for bettering myself with the new job, and that she's praying for me. Gave me a warm-fuzzy, it did. When I was talking to my buddy Chris, he mentioned that the college kid was given an opportunity to quit before he got fired. It seems that Nick was calling off of work WAY too much, for no good reason. A quote from that conversation goes thusly: "Thomas said he was a "damn drunk", but I said "So was John-Oh, but he was here every day". I'm proud that Chris noticed.

Last evening, I got a call from an old friend. I met her when I was a junior in high school, and she was just a freshman. Back in those days, we were almost inseperable. I remember many times when we would gather up oour meager resources: one dollar goes in the gas tank, and the other three went into the pool table. She just bought a house. I'm so proud of her I could bust. I even offered to help her move, despite the fact that she's moved most of the heavy stuff already. Even though I only talk to her three or four times a year, she's still part of my support net. I wonder if she knows that.

I guess that's enough random thought for this morning. I'll just toddle off to work now. Am I awake? Sort of.