The past couple days have been a bit of a blur, but here's what I can figure out....
Wednesday was spent hanging with Omar and Steve watching "Dexter" which is not the Cartoon Network show, but a gritty crime drama from Showtime. Imagine "Silence of the Lambs" meets "CSI Miami." We got through about six before Omar and I crapped out.
Honestly, I haven't been feeling so well over the past few days. Despite having a goodnight sleep the night before, I could not stay awake. The guys and I called it around 10 which is early for us.
Thursday wasn't so much better in that regard. I had another goodnight sleep and I pattered around the house until Stats. Of course, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up 10 minutes before I had to leave. I changed into the clothes I was going to wear for "The Firm" Christmas party and balled out at max speed.
Bad Things:
- Almost missed the bus(Had to Jay to catch it)
- Bus was way too crowded even for that time
- I had to make a new formula sheet
- The formulas I made seemed wrong
My god, this should have be the simplest test of the year: The SA section was taken verbatim from the assignment I did the week before but for some reason I could not wrap my head around it. I just hope I did well enough on the rest of the course to avoid a full out fail...again.
After bombing Stats, I did not feeling like busing it down to the heart and core of scum Surrey. Staci kept calling wondering if I'd make it and I informed her I might not. I managed to make it all the way home and I firmly decided not to go...
Staci phoned, Mark gave me a ride and I ended up going. Oh snap...Mark got a haircut...it was such a shock to everyone...
Now it gets a little cloudy.
I have stated in the past that I get so drunk after one beer but I get progressively better as I drink more. I should review that theory because it does not ring true if I'm stressed and haven't eaten the entire day.
Co-workers bought me a couple beers because they enjoy what ensues. I bought myself a couple in a vein attempt to drink away the Stats test. 4 beer max. I remember being drunk. Not exact memories of what I did, just being drunk. I remember some cloudy sober moments after the alcohol kicked through my system. I have a very fast alcohol turn around.
I get drunk fast, sober fast and hung-over even quicker. I was sober around midnight before the full hangover kicked ini and it felt like I was the final tie in a railroad with a spike in my head. Another Firm Cell Operative rented a 1 man room man and a bunch of us crashed up there for a couple hours.
I remember Laura and I having a good talk about everything (especially Heroes) and I think I told her something I probably shouldn't have told her. Regarding other co-workers and "moments of weakness."
Other than that? I peeled a very drunk Matt D. off the bed when we had to leave.
Now that I try to think about what I did drink, I can't remember. Oh boy...I'm going to have to go into work today and do a blanket apology incase I did something or told someone something.
Oh, I do remember our cell winning "Best Team Mindset."
I have an empathic imprint of the event and it says I had a good time. So I should stop getting worried about going to social events. I might have a mild anxiety disorder. Who knows? I'm still most of the DSM IV.
Don't ask me what I'm doing up. According to mum I got in at 4.
There's not much more to say. Either I can't remember it or I've been sworn to Vegas like rules: What happens at the Christmas Party stays at the Christmas Party.
It was an experience and I do thrive off them. At least I got some good story fodder for the next round of Creative writing.
Nothing from Dani...maybe today.
I have today off by the way.
Thank goodness. I'll probably try to get some Christmas shopping done. Or try to....
-Cleric