i wanted to write something everyday since i started this but i was hungover yesterday. even so, i made the effort to visit my cousin in san marcos (mostly out of obligation because they came up to orange county to see me a few weeks before). he and his wife were throwing a super bowl party so i arrived around 2pm and left minutes before the game started. who fucken cares? i don’t even understand the damned sport. it ain’t my style, man. to expect me to subject myself to this kind of widely supported spectator sport simply because everyone else does is insane. i only see it as a difference of taste. but most people think there is something obviously wrong with you, as a human being (as an american!) if you don’t like the game. or worse; don’t care either way.
saturday i was very drunk. i haven’t drank that much in over a year. i did spend most of sunday hungover and reminiscing about things i don’t remember. but i was quite the happy drunk (or so i hear). and i was being quite close (sharing pizza and drinks and germs and probably eating like a starved pig) with a co-worker who luckily is non-judgmental. this is all good. usually i am mean spirited, picking fights and pushing people around. this time i was just slobbery and hungry. i didn’t realize how much so until i picked up my sweater and noticed a lot of pizza sauce on it.
whatever. i did worry most of the day as to whether i did anything inappropriate but there is no one to tell me (because my co-worker is too nice to be honest). i’ll just have to assume i didn’t and if i did…well i wouldn’t know it anyway.
