man.
on Tuesday night I got so hammered that I ended up in Craigs back yard wearing only panties and a t-shirt. Oh, and I had my toothbrush. He was trying to set up a tent, and it was about 1am and I just couldn't figure out why the hell he was doing it.
then I puked on his porch and went home. I just can't have a sleepover if I'm puking.
I came to work yesterday and was soooo hung over after puking/not sleeping all night long.
I thought of this awesome plan : my boss usually golfs on Wednesdays, so he wouldn't know if I was in or not, so i called him up and asked a couple of workie type questions, then casually slid in, "So, are you golfing today?" and he was like "Yeah, I am" and I was like "Ok, have fun" then I hung up and promptly went home. Then when i saw Josh at the movie theatre later that night (!!!) he was like "yeah, Mike called for you about 10 minutes after you left"... shitty.
But I just talked to him and he's not mad at all. He was like "what's wrong with you?" and I was like "oh.. I've got a cold and yesterday it was combined with a few other things" and he knew I meant HANGOVER. phew.
Tonight I'm not going to do anything at all. I think maybe some laundry and read a book. I'd like to go to the bookstore, but nobody ever likes to go to the bookstore.
I think Precious Mr. Evans is getting sick, and I can guarantee he's going to try to blame it on me.
Last night we went to the screening of Festival Express. I thought it was awesome, and Craig thought it was ok, but Holly described it as "pure torture"... I guess you kind of have to like music to like that movie...
I was taking care of this old man's cat for a week, and I lost the key to his back door, and I'm dreading telling him. I wanted to make up a huge elaborate story about why it's missing, but Bob said I should just tell the truth. For some reason I'm scared about it. Should I offer him money? Should I say "just give me a few more days - I'll find it!" because I'm sure it will turn up... Ugh. Fucking keys.
Ok.
Bye!
love,
Twyla.
