I’m too old for this. Friday after work I hopped on the max for fiery stick open. Drank too much white wine. Cabbed to a coffee shop/bar opening drank a whiskey & water, stuffed my face with guac. Cabbed to a pizza place to meet a friend for a concert and another joined us. Concert was too loud because I’m old now. The four of us went to another bar then Dan dropped faryle off at her car & me at home. We sat & talked in my driveway entirely too long. I proceeded into my house and watched 40 year old Virgin before passing out on my couch around 3.
Woke up at 6 with a solid buzz remaining. Hopped on the bus at 10 to play beer pong for babies. Day drank. Emailed back and forth with a guy a friend is trying to set me up with, bad idea. Fell asleep on the bus home. Twice. Slept from 6-10 and 12-9.
Drove to Taco Bell for breakfast and cannot leave my couch now. I can’t live this life.
I’m very confident in my ability to care for myself and, for all intents and purposes, adult. I have little patience for people my age that can’t do this.
But there are some days when I reach my breaking point. Like when the project I spent months on finally is in stores and doesn’t work. Or my 1 bathroom stops working and after 24 hours and 4 calls to emergency maintenance nobody has called me back. Or when I move a casserole dish on my counter and realize a mouse has been living in it. Or when all of these things happen in one day.
And then there are tears. I always knew I could take care of myself, I just never really wanted to have to do it.