Diary 3 – Sigh, Sunday. 2010-01-24.

Dumbass woke me up at 4 in the morning, by hammering on my window (why do people insist on doing that?). Got up, threw on some sweatpants and stumbled to the front door to let him in. Motherfucker’s drunk as a motherfucker and he nearly trips on the stairs. I immediately go to my bedroom and shut the door, ‘cause I’m kinda pissed, but dumbass follows me because he needs to use the bathroom.
- She kissed me dude!
- Wonderful.
I’m still sick and if you recorded my voice and played it back to me, I would’ve thought that dude had throat cancer. Either that or he was Clive Barker.
Dumbass does his business and returns to my living room to pollute my couch. I try to go back to sleep but fail and a Fight Club quote pops into my head. ‘With insomnia nothing’s real’. I wonder whether it would be real if I killed dumbass. Then I chuckle at my own thought. I spend a couple of hours finishing reading ‘The Road’, to try to fall asleep. It’s a brilliant book and I decide to go see the movie the following week. If some of the book’s quality rubbed off on it, it’s worth a watch for sure. I finally fall asleep to some Scrubs on the laptop.

Even though dumbass woke me in the middle of the night, I wake up at around 10. He’s still passed out on the couch. Luckily I have two and I spend a couple of hours playing Borderlands, while I’m listening to the latest SModcast. I’m surprised that Pineapple Express is a real weed, and even more surprised that Kevin Smith smokes it with his mom (SModcast #103, though I don’t think it’s a regular thing). But God bless ‘em nonetheless. When dumbass finally rises to a buttload of hangovers (which I’m kinda smug about) he suggests we head out for some brunch. We try a new place, where it turns out that the food isn’t great but the setting is pimp. The place is dead too though and I leave kinda disappointed. But he was paying so who cares. I drive dumbass home, then drive myself home, then tug one out (in no way related to dumbass) and I spend the rest of the day on the forums, playing Borderlands and reading Smith’s My Boring-Ass Life. I fall asleep on the couch.