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feeling kinda blah today. caught up on some much needed sleep but I'm still groggy. we went to busch gardens on friday, and after that we drove through the night back to houston. Eric drove from Tampa to about Tallahassee and I drove from there till about Lake Charles, LA. Eric took over again to get us to Houston. We only slept a couple hours after we got in that morning. Eric's friend Dee Dee had been taking care of our kitten (Wasabi) while we were gone so he called her to let her know that we were back. He brought up meeting me again (she refuses to meet me) and she pretty much flipped out saying she doesn't want to hang out with a drug addict. Eric almost stuck up for me by saying I was recovered and by pointing out that Dee Dee herself had a meth/coke habit back in the day. I know the drug thing is just an excuse but I dont know why she wont meet me. Funny thing is I really never wanted to meet her anyway. Eric doesn't have the best taste in people/friends... he pretty much has no preferential taste in anything really (except for a hatred of liver & lima beans and a love of curly haired redheads) but the type of people he calls friends doesn't agree with his taste in morality/politics. My standards are a bit higher... probably why I don't have any friends. Anyway the phone conversation with Dee Dee took place within seconds of the start of the Packers playoff game. As if I wasn't already in a bad mood the way the Packers were playing made things worse. By the end of it all I had a pretty bad headache, not to mention the toll two theme park in three days took on my body so I figured that 50,000 mg of generic tylenol would help... what else would you expect from a drug addict? oh yeah, recovered drug addict.

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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