Woke up at 4:00pm, my body is sore all over from playing a double-header in
softball in another town. The few
beers and the
xanax i took the night before didn't make me feel much better today.
I should call this girl finally, but I can't find her number. It's only a matter of time before I run into her at the
bar I met her at
Sunday night and took her home. I know this is going to be bad news. I promised I would call and I intend to, if only I could find her number.
I cleaned up the
house quite a bit since I don't have to work today.
It is the end of the
month which means I have to collect
rent and
utilities from my
roomates, which is something I
despise. When are these bums going to pay me my money on time? Perhaps when they quit buying
pot and
beer everyday.