Sunday January 31, 2010

I wake up on the couch of Andrea and Andy's condo around 8:30 AM. I shut off the t.v. that I left on when I passed out and I cruise into the kitchen for some water, as I'm hung-over as shit. I then proceed to pass out for another three hours.

I am woken up by Justin around 11:30 who is sitting on the opposite couch flipping through channels. I sit up and ask if he's got, or knows where to find, any Advil. He tells me there should be some in the bathroom. I bomb into the bathroom and, thank god, find a bottle of Advil. I down about three of them and chug another glass of water. I then join Justin back in the living room for some Sunday morning channel surfing. We watch some tube, we have some laughs, it's a good morning.

Andrea and Andy join us not too long after and offer to make some breakfast. Seeing we never get this kind of hospitality after a long night of drinking anywhere else, we can't decline offer. Andy and Andrea hit up the kitchen and start going to work. Justin and I settle on some Brady Bunch reruns while we wait. Mary joins us soon after and we all sit around laughing uncontrollably at how fucked up and twisted of a show this was. Breakfast is served about a half hour later. Andrea made some kind of omelet, cut into the shape of a pie, consisting of egg stuffed with black beans, corn, jalapenos, and salsa. Andy cooks up some potatoes, or REAL hash browns, as he calls them. The entire spread is, needless to say, fucking delicious. We all sit around eating and watching some more Brady reruns.

Justin, Mary, and I decide to leave just around 1:00. I bid everyone farewell and tell Justin I'll most likely see him later. I get in my car and cruise home, as I've got to work at 3:00.

This particular drive home did not sit well with me, for some odd reason. I am unfortunately graced with the most severe case of road rage this morning, and I'm still not sure why. I never get angry on the road. I actually love driving and have been known to drive as a means of stress relief. But today I am just super fucking pissed at the world for some reason. I am screaming at everyone, giving old women the finger, giving old men the finger, giving children the finger... it's just a bad day.

I finally make it back into my hometown and am suddenly feeling hungrier than a bastard, despite the fact that I just ate a little over an hour ago. I remember that McDonald's brought back their McRib sandwich this week, so I hit up the drive-thru to pick one up.

Given my newly-found rage, the drive-thru probably wasn't the best decision for me, as I end up getting stuck behind that one fuckin' soccer mom in the mini-van, ordering half of the fucking restaurant for her ungrateful bastard children in the back seat. And, of course, every order has to have modifications, making it a longer process. I sit behind this broad for a good ten minutes and contemplate getting out of my car and asking her if she can just move up and wait for her food so the people with a small order, like myself, can just get my food and get the fuck out. Just as I'm about to crack and tell this bitch off, she finally gets her seven bags worth of food and takes off. Gold help this woman if she decides to complain about something. Thankfully, she takes off and I cruise up to the window and grab my food, which is probably cold now that I've had to wait for it. It's not exactly cold, but I can tell it's been sitting for awhile. And this is why I don't use drive-thru. I always get stuck behind the ignorant fucker who has a bulk order.

I wolf down my food within the three-minute car ride back to my place. I cruise inside and chill out in front of the t.v. for a half hour or so before I have to get ready for work. The time comes and I throw my clothes on and cruise. I get to work on time today, surprisingly, and bomb inside to clock in and start the night off. I am told that Ryan is making a trip in around 6:00 to do inventory, which just totally fucks my night up, as now I won't be able to work on my screenplay during downtime. Fuck my life.

Long story short, work sucks a mean cock. We get out of there around ten after eight and I have to cruise by the bank to drop off Saturday's deposit. Once I'm done with that, I cruise home. I shoot a text over to Justin letting him know I was on my way and he might wanna pick up a case and cruise over.

I get home around 8:30 and cruise inside. Justin texts me back and says he's got some shit to do at home, so he won't be able to make it out for another hour or so. This is fine, as I haven't even eaten anything yet. I whip up a frozen pizza and go to town. V and Hart end up cruising by for a bit and we peep out a few more episodes of the first season of 24. Justin and Mary show up just in the middle of the last episode we were watching. We finish it up and V and Hart cruise out. Justin, Mary, and I chill out on the couch and decide to watch Orange County while we enjoy some beers. A good time is had by all.

Justin and Mary cruise just around midnight and I head into the bathroom for my nightly routine. I cruise into my room and hit the bed, prepared to sleep away the anger that was built up throughout the day. I pass out watching V for Vendetta on Blu-Ray. I make a special mention that it was the Blu-Ray edition, because I feel that Blu-Ray truly lives up to the hype and deserves to not be categorized as a standard DVD. So, from now on, when I watch a Blu-Ray movie, I will make a note of it, because I'm that big of a loser.