...the Long Dark Night of the Starchild.
So here's the fun of my Monday night. I come home freezing cold from work because no taxis were available. Wet and cold but hey, I laugh it off. After all, the night's over isn't it?
Oh, it isn't.
A very good friend of mine is on MSN and, to use the vernacular, rat arsed. Absolutely blind drunk. He tells me he's going to his girlfriend's house, who only lives around the corner from me.
Seems that on the way, the combination of Guiness and wine catches up to the lad. So at 2 a.m., when he's kicked out by his girlfriend's dad because of all the noise his vomiting was making, he finds himself unable to get back home, it's icy cold and it's starting to rain. What is a boy to do?
Remember that his idiot friend lives nearby.
So I get a call asking if he can stay the night. I say sure, thinking that all he needs is to sleep it off. I get a spare duvet and pillow set up on my bedroom carpet. Like I'm going to all the trouble to set up a bed at 2:30 a.m. He arrives, goes upstairs, and promptly is sick out of my window.
Followed by going to the bathroom and promptly passing out on the floor.
Followed by me semi-carrying him back to my room where he is sick again into a bucket that's right next to my head. I sleep on a futon people, I was eye level to the puke.
I got in total, 2 hours of sleep. I had oh so much fun explaining the situation to my family this morning as my friend dragged himself out my door and off to work. And I get the fun of seeing him again tonight! Yay me.
My solution to this state of tired, simmering hatred I've got going on? Two cups of strong (organic fairtraded!) Arabica coffee mixed with hot chocolate and Kaluhua coffee liquor.
So as the combination of caffiene, ethanol, and flavouriods hit my bloodstream, opening up synaptic pathways that lead to the sweet spot, I'm reminded of the best advice I ever heard.
Chemicals make everything better.
Share your misery! I love company.
So here's the fun of my Monday night. I come home freezing cold from work because no taxis were available. Wet and cold but hey, I laugh it off. After all, the night's over isn't it?
Oh, it isn't.
A very good friend of mine is on MSN and, to use the vernacular, rat arsed. Absolutely blind drunk. He tells me he's going to his girlfriend's house, who only lives around the corner from me.
Seems that on the way, the combination of Guiness and wine catches up to the lad. So at 2 a.m., when he's kicked out by his girlfriend's dad because of all the noise his vomiting was making, he finds himself unable to get back home, it's icy cold and it's starting to rain. What is a boy to do?
Remember that his idiot friend lives nearby.
So I get a call asking if he can stay the night. I say sure, thinking that all he needs is to sleep it off. I get a spare duvet and pillow set up on my bedroom carpet. Like I'm going to all the trouble to set up a bed at 2:30 a.m. He arrives, goes upstairs, and promptly is sick out of my window.
Followed by going to the bathroom and promptly passing out on the floor.
Followed by me semi-carrying him back to my room where he is sick again into a bucket that's right next to my head. I sleep on a futon people, I was eye level to the puke.
I got in total, 2 hours of sleep. I had oh so much fun explaining the situation to my family this morning as my friend dragged himself out my door and off to work. And I get the fun of seeing him again tonight! Yay me.
My solution to this state of tired, simmering hatred I've got going on? Two cups of strong (organic fairtraded!) Arabica coffee mixed with hot chocolate and Kaluhua coffee liquor.
So as the combination of caffiene, ethanol, and flavouriods hit my bloodstream, opening up synaptic pathways that lead to the sweet spot, I'm reminded of the best advice I ever heard.
Chemicals make everything better.
Share your misery! I love company.
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