It's fucking late, it's storming outside.
Hell, it's storming inside too.
God I'm still tired. I guess it's because I didn't get much sleep last night/this morning, but I still shouldn't be this fatigued. All I do is sleep. So yesterday after work we hit Mullen's. A couple of teachers, the regulars were there. We played pool for a long while, it was pretty competitive back and forth. I played like shit as usual. Our waitress was kind of being a bitch too. I know she's busy but she needs to relax. I don't know why we go there so much. We rarely get comped drinks and the service isn't the greatest. Well, save for Missy, she's good, where was I? Pool was cool and everyone was getting alone with the rotation until some asshole came in and bought like six tickets ruining it for everyone. Whatever. Took off a bit early from the bar and I got home and there was a situation...
I'm not going to get into it, but I got home just in time. Don't worry it wasn't anything affecting me directly, but laterally.
Anyhoo, I didn't go to the little "event" tonight. I honestly didn't need to run into certain people tonight, so I played it safe and played some Nascar Thunder. Watched the horrible film called Scary Movie 3, so much talent in it, wasted. I mean I laughed a couple of times, but it was just bad. Anyway, lots of other stuff going on. My hands hurt.
You've still got me confused. What did you mean?
Alright, I'm passing out.