Tired of waking up tired

Whenever I get home from work I feel incredibly tired.
I dunno what it is about this place, it just has that effect on me.

I can't say I've been sleeping much lately though, and a big reason for that is my old friend alcohol.

Two of our old roomies returned from South America last week, and crashed with us for a few days. They dragged us out to the bar on Thursday night, but I ducked out early. (As if 12:30 is early.) Like most normal people, I do have to get up on Friday mornings. Rat bastards...

At the bar that night our boy Pegs could barely speak, he was so drunk. We all did a dirty shot of tequila on James' dime. Nobody really wanted to do it bedsides James himself. Pegs took a half shot then threw the rest of it over his shoulder. Bender took it, then started drooling like an idiot back into his shot glass for two minutes. I just cringed with mine. James was unimpressed with our lack of masculinity.

Work on Friday sucked, even though I wasn't all that hungover.
But the night was a solid one. We hit up the Ceeps for old time's sake, and danced like fools to Kelly Clarkson and Katy Perry. As usual.
Bender, James and I bailed with a friend to get high, and left Pegs to his own devices. Turns out he got into our place through a window. We kinda forgot about him to be honest.
I was yelling at our friend's cat, calling it "Zherdev" all night long. As usual when i get near a cat...

Woke up at 6 am with Ben and James passed out in bed with me. Joy.
Apparently we were rocking out to Taylor Swift into the wee hours of the morning.

On Saturday we got rid of the boys at Ben's grandma's place, and then had to wait around all day for my wallet to get dropped off. Forgot the damn thing on a table when I got stoned...

That night we had a solid predrink with the crew on John, and ended up hittin Barneys. Not all that interesting, but I did get to see my old garage-mate from the summer. Farva stopped by to say hi, cuz we were supposed to have partied in the daytime but it never panned out.
His hand was all mangled from a fall on a beer bottle a few weeks back, and interestingly I cut my hand on a bottle at our predrink.
I have this handy little twist-off-helper-dealie on my keychain. Gomer's wife was trying to open his beer and couldn't, so i grabbed it and gave it a go with my device. Turns out the thing was on there really tight, and I ended up just shattering the glass off the top of the bottle. A piece about the size of a dime dug a good quarter inch into the pad of my index finger. I plucked it out right away, and the bastard bled like a mofo all night.
Stupid Sleeman Clear. Inferior shite.

The afterparty at Ty's made the night though. In a mix of about 10 of us, somehow 2 random girls showed up. They were cool and everything until we all came to realize that nobody knew who the fudge they were. Then they insulted a buddy of mine and I totally lost my shit on the one girl. hahaha. "Get the FUCK out!" I yelled, using huge arm gestures to indicate where the door was. Pretty hilarious. But they didn't leave, then 5 minutes later we were all talking as if nothing had happened. Can't really remember all the details (by any means) but we were boozing til about 5 a.m. Or so I'm told.

Ty kicked me awake at 2 p.m. Sunday, and I stumbled home with my fly down. Ran into KP and Em on the street, who politely informed me that I was a complete mess.

But it was such a beauty day that we ended up playing softball in the park for a few hours. James and I even felt compelled to smoke cigars and crush beers in the park. And until 5 o'clock or so I didn't eat a damn thing.

Had me a fat steak, and watched Broken Arrow that night. What a mint movie.

I had a horrendous sleep last night, and the snow and shit today just made the day that much worse.

I think it's time for a nap.