Why I Hate People

or, a smattering of the crap that goes through my head on a daily basis...

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Somebody up there hates me...


Okay, I'll freely admit that I deserve the pain I'm feeling today.

It's 6:38pm as I type this, and I'm still hungover. That's fine, and I'm as okay with it as one can be while considering a bath with toaster just to make the hurting stop.

But it gets worse....

I had basically written today off weeks ago. Went to the Galway, then met up with Greg at the curling club. I believe I managed to drink roughly the equivalent of the amount of water that would be displaced by the Titanic. I'm not boasting, I'm just giving a frame of reference for how much this next part sucks.

So, I'm happily lying on the couch stuffing my face with peperoni sticks and ice cream which I purchased this morning (okay...this afternoon.....) while possibly terrifying a few "normals" at Sobey's. Because it was sunny, I was walking around in jeans and a t-shirt with my flip flops (which was odd, seeing as it was about -1 at the time) and a hat pulled down pretty low...I think the only way I could have been more clearly hungover is if I had a sandwich board saying as much. The capper, of course, was that I noticed when I got home that my fly was undone the whole time.... :)

So, anyway...as I'm gorging myself on impulse food, Greg and I are happily watching the NCAA Tournament and the Brier. Then his phone rings.... Turns out his buddy Chris is coming down tonight from London.

Fuck.

This qualifies as bad news...

So as our livers recoil, we recover from this news and go back to the TV. Around 3, I go and check the GTAA website to make sure my mum's flight is on time, and call my dad to let him know (he's driving in to pick her up).....as I'm talking to him, he says that after he picks a few things up, would I have time to meet for a pint? Well, I'll be honest. At that exact moment I would have likely had a better reaction to him suggesting we take in a gay cabaret show than consume any more booze..........but what can you say?

So I met him for a pint....and Chris should be here shortly. I might die sooner than expected.

It really was nice knowing you all.......

1 Comments:

  • At 3:22 AM, Blogger Iain said…

    Turns out I survived....

    But remind me to stop hanging out with poeple from Strathroy.

     

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