One weekend later

Okay so I know, its been hard to keep things up. Most of you know what it's like in rez, and so I can be forgiven. Recapping everything would be difficult. My back hurts and I don't know why, my legs hurt because I went down to the beach twice on Saturday night, once involving naked nightswimming, and the stairs have turned my body into a wreck. That and the drinking. Copious amounts of alcohol. Oh my.

Friday night was an alternative to the club scene, which went off well for me and I hope well for my companions. It didn't decimate me too much, and Saturday we spent all day walking around. My new crush, my new best friend, the day was beautiful and I burned my shoulders. Returning home, we settled in for the long haul party on Saturday night.

I got up Sunday morning and looked at the bottle of whiskey that sat on my desk. My god. Did I really drink all that?! Fuck me. That was the gist of the day. I spent an hour curled up with my head on Evan's knee, another hour feeling wretched, returned home for a brief meal (my first cooked, warm meal in a long time...) and bummed around some more. I was feeling a bit upset and couldn't realy shake the sensation that I wasn't meant to be there. I worried that I had made an ass Saturday... certainly it was a gong show of a shit show of an evening.

This lab is getting crowded and I keep getting asked if the broken computers work... I'm getting irate and frankly, would rather be outside. Its going to rain soon.