Worrying about past mistakes is stupid... unless you don't learn from your mistakes. In that case, probably everything that you do is stupid. Me, August 2000
It was not a very fun party last night, mostly because of the drugs, I think... I mean the ones that I took before I left. The pharmacist told me that they might make me drowsy, and they did. Usually drugs don't do that to me even when they say that they will, so I pretty much ignore the warnings.
Karen got off work at 17:30 and came by the bar... they did have some food there, so we ate and then I decided that it was time to leave, since I could hardly stay awake.
I hit the sack soon after we got home and I slept until about 05:00 this morning, then I proceeded to waste the day...
O'wait, no I didn't! I got the lower portion of the back deck stained, that's what I did. Looks real purty, it does.
And it got really hot out there, probably not so hot as yesterday but much more humid... I probably lost five pounds in the two hours that I spent outside. Of course, I gained it all back when I came in a guzzled a coupla quarts of iced tea...
So, I took my pills an hour ago, (it's 20:00 now...) and already I need to go to bed. I was wanting to stay up all night, 'cause I'm gonna work some OT tomorrow night. The lady that works when I don't won some tickets to Oceans of Fun, so I said that I'd work for her, since she has her kids this weekend. She thinks that I'm a nice guy, but you all know that I'm just greedy...
No picture again today... just no energy to fire the camera up. Maybe tomorrow...