Smoked Stupid

So it has been a few days, I know, but very little has happened. Thursday night was a good time, but I feel like my companion did not enjoy herself as I did. Perhaps I should just stop worrying about other people having fun when we are out, but it is not the same unless we all have a blast. Dragged home and was stuck hanging out and getting high with my brother and his friend. Got to bed at four.

Friday was a wash, I don't even remember what I did with myself, although I think some if it may have been productive. Decided to take the weekend off from drinking, as Thursday did much more of a number on my body than it should have, which made me decide that all my drinking had maybe caught up with me. Rented movies and smoked a joint, watched Rock Star and 13 Going On 30.

Saturday we had a little wake'n'bake, watched south park all afternoon. That night, watched Save The Last Dance on TV and lots of episodes of Dawson's Creek on my computer. I am lame. Officially cracked when I ventured out at 11:00 at night to buy five cent candies. Sweet sour goodness.

The lack of content of this post is indicative of the fact that I have smoked myself stupid this weekend. Spent today in lovely company, catching up with one of my best and oldest friends. Now, now it is almost eleven, which means I am half an hour behind schedule, having decided to take myself to bed at 10:30 in an attempt to get a decent sleep before work tomorrow. That's right, I am finally getting some work. To be honest, I'd rather just sleep.