bittersweetzero

So i woke up this morning and kept trying to roll over and go back to sleep on the blow up bed in my friend's room. We had previously gone to a movie the night before, and had mocha latte's. Her's was cold, and more strong. I preferred mine more, however. We went to see Kill Bill. Oh Quintin Tarintino! I don't even know if i spelled that right. Whatever. Point is, saw an old guy friend of mine. He used to be more than just an old guy friend. Not getting into the story. He tapped me on the shoulder and then we started talking. I kind of miss him, his humor, everything about him. *sigh* Am i a loser? Damn straight.
So this morning, i wanted to go home, smoke a cigarette in the privacy of my own bedroom, or even bathroom perhaps and just be chilled out. Eventually i got there, around 6p.m. at night, a couple hours ago..and a little bit under the influence so to speak. I'll just let you use your imagination with that one. It kind of sucked, and still does suck..because it's making me tired, and i ate way too much. I could be out with friends right now, and NOT be tired. I hate waiting months and months later to find that your tolerance for it has gone down. FUCK. Just FUCK.
I don't mean to complain. I think i just am going to try to get some sleep. Damn FUCKIN drugs. ARRR! PIRATE!!