I told them so...

We talked on the boat for a long time, he is easy and that's what I enjoyed most, I am unwilling to put effort in, and so I stick with what is easy. I told him that I didn't want to make a drunk ass of myself. I told him that it would happen if I had too much to drink. Of course that part was my decision. Ah well, live and never learn. I have yet to come face to face with any of those who witnessed last night, and for that I'm glad but mildly concerned, its best to get that sort of thing over with... however, I'm brutally incoherent in the mornings, as I pointed out to my deliciously scruffy companion, and if I need my wits about me, its best to wait until the afternoon. Especially with this hangover.

Things are good, I'm so tempted to be brutally graphic here because I know that none of these people will be reading it. However, there's something about being brutally graphic that goes against my nature.

Let's see. The usual dance continues, however I am not concerned with it. I can't bring myself to be very social, which means that groups are forming around me but not including me. I am mildly bothered by this, but again, caring is a bit beyond my reach. My emergency friends (yes, even I was prone to the emergency friend impulse) have moved past, and I just can't be bothered to make the official 'five week' friends. On vera.

My life rolls on in the background, I might be able to keep my job, I've got a call in. We are receiving schedules weekly and I'm not certain that I can schedule work that haphazardly. Again, on vera. Ma francais progresse, hier soir j'ai parlé avec quelques gens Quebecois, c'est la meilleure façon d'apprendre.

Too much drinking has left my body shaking, and its looking to be a raw food diet for the next month due to a lack of stoves. All I want right now is a big mug of tea.