Twenty Four Hours... almost

Five hours at the bar, Four little white pills, three hours at tamtams, two hours on the phone, and one joint equals an amazing weekend. For all its odd ends, the past three days... well its been a trip.

Thursday - J-Room (where else) with his friends, and of course Numoy. Love the friends.
Friday - a whole day away is far too long, one huge phone call is not what we are used to.
Saturday - Hockey, Bifteck and Pool...
Sunday - Slow morning, breakfast at one in the afternoon, tamtams and weed, dinner.

How great has this been? How much am I freaking out is more like it. The 'R' word has been used too much recently for my liking, and to be honest, I'm more afraid of what/who I've seemingly become. We are a product of our pasts, and here I am afraid to choose. At least I have my own time and space... and cookies... and Mean Girls.

So much for working this weekend, but to be honest, in beautiful weather and what could be the last tams of the year? I can't worry about it, I had way too much fun.