So this week I thought I would have a quiet week chilling at home every night. Well so it so didn’t turn out like that.
It didn’t start that well cos I was still very hung over Monday from a big night out on Saturday…yes it was that big! It was Jager bombs big. I get into work and as I’m not on the net at home at the moment, I’m still sorting through plans and options and wireless or cable, I’ve been doing a fair bit of surfing and blogging at work as I have full access. My boss tells me that I have received a warning about my net usage….too much, way too much!! They, the company that we are contracted to and who provide our computers and net access, have told him that my net usage must drop or they will inform our Head Office! So now I’m having to go to net cafes cos I’ve too busy to work something out for home. So I think that is a crappy start to the week.
Tuesday, early night in I think, just as I’m leaving work my ex calls to see if I want to catch up for one drink. I figure one won’t hurt so go meet her at this nice venue that has couches and $3 wines for their 2 hour happy hour! Then my housemate, who technically lives upstairs in his own flat, joins us. It was 9 before we got home.
Wednesday, early night in I think, but silly me drops into my local for one on the way home. I also had ulterior motives there as I was trying to find out exactly what I had gotten up Saturday night after I had had pizza with my mates and been put into a cab to go home, I hadn’t gone home! Just about to leave and a friend arrives who is pretty close to a mate who drinks there and he is dying of cancer, like he probably won’t make it through next week. So she has never been through anything like this before and I stay around to let her pour out the crap she needs to and to reassure her that how she is feeling is perfectly normal. You go crazy trying to watch someone die.
Thursday, early night in I think. I actually make it home and am cooking dinner when a friend calls to see if I will meet him down at the local for a couple. Given I had gotten home early from work and had eaten I thought well I could have two hours on the couch or two hours of possibly stimulating conversation, the conversation proved more attractive. My housemate also called in on his way home so it was ten before we got back home and as he stayed for another drink at my place, eleven before bed.
Friday night I thought right, its Friday I’m going for a drink so I organise housemate to meet me at a bar in the city with a happy hour. We stayed for two drinks and decided it just wasn’t happening for either of us so back to our local. We ended up there only for a couple and we were actually home early sharing a joint.
