optimism

I am the drunkest I've been since I moved back from Scotland in October 2000.

I had a whole conversation with a friend that I might regret sober. About him and some of the guys. This is like the last entry. No one really needs to comment on this part.

We started the night going to see the Cracker Cats. They're the shitty AA equivalent replacement we have for the AAA ball team we had forever called The Trappers. I miss The Trappers. (Just so you all know, AAA is farm teams for the bigs, AA is guys who will never make the bigs) Stubby let us down tonight. He plays left field. They took The Trappers away because of monetary reasons.

We drank at John Ducey (It will always be to me), we then proceeded to drink at the Druid. My normal hangout. I am rat arsed! Seriously.

Anyways, the night didn't end as planned because people other than me can't mature when they need to. It didn't end poorply. Just not optimally, which involved said friend crashing on my couch. I hope he sobers up before he drives home. He told me he would, and I trust him with my life, so it will be okay.

I've deleted the last paragraph because I am drunk and don't want to say that. Maybe in the future.

(After the last paragraph)-So here's to me tomorrow. Hope it's not busy at work. No one but me will know. I'm the only one in on Sundays.

I have to change my current crush I think. Not sure yet though.