Just Another Day

I berate myself for having neglected this blog, but then again, I've been neglecting a lot of things I should be doing. I'm really bad like that.

The past few days have felt really hectic, even though only a handful of things have occurred.

For instance, my work schedule is kind of slackened now and I've really only worked four days this weeks. I even got Sunday off because another coworker wants more hours. And I'm thinking, I really don't care either way if I get hours, because I don't like this place. My boss is saying, "Are you sure you don't mind?" And I say, "Nah, I don't care either way. He can have my hours. It doesn't bother me." But what I'm really thinking is, "Yes, I get Sunday off! I get Sunday off! I don't have to wake up at six in the morning to go to work! Yay!"

My friend's birthday is coming up, and just as well, she had recently had a Christmas party. This time around, the two of us were smart and decided to plan the party for early December instead of later in the month. After all, everyone has plans by then and other parties to attend. We thought by doing it this way, the turn out would be a little bit better than the previous years.

Of course, people are fickle and inconsiderate, and a bunch of asses (excuse my language) and about five people called to cancel at the last minute. All-in-all, a handful of about ten people showed up.

But as my friend would say, only all the important people showed, so she was quite content about it.

As per most years, we made food... lots and lots of food. Brown sugar and pineapple juice glazed ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, desserts, etc., etc., and etc....

Everyone loves our ham, and we learned that cooking is really a trial and error method in order for us, in general, to actually make anything good. It's a secret and includes lots of "Did you glaze the ham yet?" "No." "Okay, I'll glaze it now." "But you just glazed it two minutes ago." "And?" "Yea, go glaze the ham."

We're chaotic cooks, but that's okay because the end result is favorable.

After the dinner party we went out where I displayed a quite ridiculously uncontrolled state of inebriation where I slightly remember what I did, but was being told otherwise. When I said that I didn't remember having done such a thing, I was laughed at for being trashed. I sure as hell remember a lot of things, even though it all seemed blurry, but apparently, there's not convincing people that I can actually remember things when I'm drunk. They think they can recreate the night for me and I wouldn't know the difference.

Right...

I'm not an idiot, but I guess I'll play along since it's not a big deal. No one was hurt in the process and everyone gets a good laugh. Yea, I tell people I don't really remember anything, but that has nothing to do with the alcohol as much as it has to do with my own ability to remember details that are significant.

But the night proved to be fun, and I spent the next couple days thinking that I did something that I normally wouldn't do to some guy, of which I shouldn't have had to worry because even drunk, I think I'm still a bit of a prude.

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In other news, I've jumped back into the habit of writing my stories again, but the big issue is mostly about which one I feel I should work on. There are too many and I'm just not sure where to start.

I'm pathetic.