The memorial wasn't as horrible as I was worried it would be. There were still too many emotions and way too many people for my liking, but it wasn't really for me. I intended to leave there around 2 when Richard and Becky left, but I ended up sticking around until about 4. At which point I decided I didn't want to be driving on an unfamiliar stretch of road in the dark. About halfway through the trip I started to space out, definitely not good when you're behind the wheel. I had to stop at some butt-fuck nowhere truck stop and grab some caffeine pills and energy drinks to make it the rest of the way home without ending up dead. Joy.
Stopped by Tobacco Road and visited Beth for a while and finally got home. I wanted to try and take a nap when I got back, but I was so loaded on all of the crap I had to take that there wasn't a chance in hell. I ordered food for dad and then sat in here at the computer for a while. Decided to go shopping and got Mario Kart DS out of it. Huzzah. Then I drove some more, which actually surprised me. I thought I was done driving for the night.
Once I got back from that I decided it was time to look at old yearbooks for some reason. I realized that I was in my 1999 yearbook somewhere around 5 times. What in the fuck? I don't even think I knew anyone who worked for the fucking yearbook, so how did I end up in the 'candid' pictures? Doesn't make sense to me, but I suppose it doesn't really have to. Well, I think it's back to MarioKart and then in a few hours time perhaps even sleep.
Oh and Kate...
NO PIZZA FOR YOU!
On another note the spell check just told me that I spelled 'buttfuck' wrong.
buttfuck butt fuck, butt-fuck, buttock
Stopped by Tobacco Road and visited Beth for a while and finally got home. I wanted to try and take a nap when I got back, but I was so loaded on all of the crap I had to take that there wasn't a chance in hell. I ordered food for dad and then sat in here at the computer for a while. Decided to go shopping and got Mario Kart DS out of it. Huzzah. Then I drove some more, which actually surprised me. I thought I was done driving for the night.
Once I got back from that I decided it was time to look at old yearbooks for some reason. I realized that I was in my 1999 yearbook somewhere around 5 times. What in the fuck? I don't even think I knew anyone who worked for the fucking yearbook, so how did I end up in the 'candid' pictures? Doesn't make sense to me, but I suppose it doesn't really have to. Well, I think it's back to MarioKart and then in a few hours time perhaps even sleep.
Oh and Kate...
NO PIZZA FOR YOU!
On another note the spell check just told me that I spelled 'buttfuck' wrong.
buttfuck butt fuck, butt-fuck, buttock