tonight was my first sober evening since…yeah. thought i’d offer some commentary. i considered liveblogging the experience, but then i didn’t. and you’re welcome.
you may notice that all the tags here start with S as opposed to my happy drunken life where all the best things start with B. (sandwiches being the only exception). such are the thoughts you have time for when you’re sober.
- dropped off my second load of laundry in the last week. grand total: 39.5 pounds of sloven
- i still don’t enjoy talking on the phone. no one wants to text with me and yet they practically piss out their blackberries. i feel so isolated.
- i tried taking a stab at this ‘television’ thing i hear so much about. its very bright and loud. and why is there laughter from a crowd yet two people are talking in a small room? tv is creepy when you’re alone.
- enough of that, time for dinner. mmmm bacos.
- i think i shall retire to the bed. damn this thing is comfy. HEY turns out if i disconnect my router and then plug it back in, i have a 7 second window where it’s no longer password protected and i can connect. yay!
- and now i’m bored. OOH, the showtime website shows episodes for free! wow, i guess marketing DOES work.
- oh, no weeds episodes. and i saw the only ep of ‘this american life’ that they have. ‘secret diary of a call girl’ it is!
- oh god, i just found myself slipping into a british accent on the phone. i never do that when i’m drunk. am i actually british and when i get drunk and slur, i sound american?
- i’m so tired. it must be all the sex for money that i’m having. oh wait, that’s just the tv show. how confusing! true, i don’t get paid for sex, BUT i don’t have to wear makeup and confining leather garb. then again, having sex, paid or unpaid, would be such a better use of my time right now.
- this sucks. sober is boring and now i’m lonely. i miss gay cousin ted.