Day ??? oh yeah, 25
I had a bit of a revelation today. I woke up at 5:05 this morning. Wide awake. I could have gone to work for cripe's sake.
So that is what happens to you when you do not drink. The days bleed together. Weekends do not really exist. A weekend used to be the days where I did not have to go to work groggy and foggy in the head.
Now it feels like another day.
I also learned that all old people go shopping early in the morning. It was like there was a sale on funerals at the store. Old people milling about, slowly moving up and down the aisle, leaving their carts in the way, oblivious to the world around them.
I respect my elders so I waited patiently for them to grab something off the shelf and get out of the way. You think I could at least get some acknowledgment of this? Of course not. Some grumpy old farts littering the store. And leaving that old person smell in their wake.
That is all I smelt (word? pass tense of smelled? It is now! and don't say it is a little fish either). The old person odor was up and down every aisle. I was getting sick of it. But my mission wasn't finished. I had to get ice cream!
Well, not really. I wasn't buying 10 freakin' gallons of ice cream. Then again, I wouldn't have to. I guess I read the ad wrong. They were the little containers, not the big ones. Ha! It went from a lot of fuckin' ice cream to not that much.
Still feels weird being up before 6 on a weekend. What is the count? 18?
So that is what happens to you when you do not drink. The days bleed together. Weekends do not really exist. A weekend used to be the days where I did not have to go to work groggy and foggy in the head.
Now it feels like another day.
I also learned that all old people go shopping early in the morning. It was like there was a sale on funerals at the store. Old people milling about, slowly moving up and down the aisle, leaving their carts in the way, oblivious to the world around them.
I respect my elders so I waited patiently for them to grab something off the shelf and get out of the way. You think I could at least get some acknowledgment of this? Of course not. Some grumpy old farts littering the store. And leaving that old person smell in their wake.
That is all I smelt (word? pass tense of smelled? It is now! and don't say it is a little fish either). The old person odor was up and down every aisle. I was getting sick of it. But my mission wasn't finished. I had to get ice cream!
Well, not really. I wasn't buying 10 freakin' gallons of ice cream. Then again, I wouldn't have to. I guess I read the ad wrong. They were the little containers, not the big ones. Ha! It went from a lot of fuckin' ice cream to not that much.
Still feels weird being up before 6 on a weekend. What is the count? 18?
posted by StB at 9:19 AM
2 Comments:
You are in serious need of help. You are going to be a small ball of goo by the time this is over or you are going to start having the old person smell. I wouldn't be up yet if it wasn't for work calling, bastards.
ahhhh.... Aleta, you are killing me. I will be so glad when you are drinkin' again... That was too funny. If I wern't so drunk I would have tried to spell hilarious.
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