2004-03-05 The holes are for the water to let the fall
Class, work, class, work.
Brian had a show last night with his theater group that I had to go to. I had a really good time. We went out afterwards, had a little too much fun, got sloppy drunk, and smacked my head on a low-hanging lamp. Grace, that. Left a mark on my forehead, too. But I got to spend some quality time with Brian, so it's all good.
I'm tired and cranky today. Tiny things have been going wrong that aren't life-changing or even too terrible, just kind of inconvenient. Like: I went to pull a shirt out of my dresser and noticed it was wet. I went "what the fuck??", smelled it, and it smelled like rubbing alcohol. Well, shit. I keep all my semi-pharmacutical stuff (like rubbing alcohol, bandaids, cold medicine, blahblahblah) in the drawer right above my shirts. Turns out the bottle of rubbing alcohol I had (just got, too) leaked, and did so all over the drawer and dripped down onto my clothes. Great. So now I have no bandaids, cold medicine, and lord knows what else got ruined/poisoned by my leaking rubbing alcohol.
Again, nothing life-changing, or even tragic. Just inconvenient.
"The thingness of the thing being."
I need to pee. Life's so hard.
4.42pm
