drbensina

So it's 2 AM.

I just finish arguing with the guy who helped me with the vague idea of the plot of my screenplay, when I get a call from my girlfriend. She's drunk, hysterical, and drunk, telling me every 5 seconds that "I'm gonna die, I'm not gonna make it through the night, I'm so sick, I'm gonna die." I'm trying to calm her down over the phone, but it's not doing much.

Not that it matters, because her phone soon dies.

So it's now about 2:15. I'm trying to wake up my cousin, who's on AIM, and not on away, but isn't awake as far as I can tell. No success. So I decide to walk over there... well, my legs decided against my head's better judgement.

It's raining. Her house is 15 minutes away by foot.

So I'm walking in the rain at 2:30 AM to try and make my drunk hysterical girlfriend feel better, which is impossible, because she's drunk and hysterical and my presence isn't going to change that.

I get there, and dripping wet, I try to help her out a little. She's laying on the couch with a small blanket over her, but she's still cold. I get another blanket, still cold... but since all of the blankets on her bed are missing, there's nothing more I can do there. She's dehydrated, so I get her some water, which she refuses to drink. Basically, she's being overdramatic.

I sit for an hour, trying to at least make her feel a little more comfortable, and when I'm satisfied that she is (and since I have to work at 11:15 AM,) I start the long journey home. In the rain. At 3:15.

Love hates me. And at the moment, I'm not too fond of it, either.