Self-indulgent tripe

I drank wine with my parents all night and made them watch the documentaries on the History Channel. Throughout the course of the educational programing i spewed off random and often amusing historical and presidential trivia. I think it took my Dad's mind off of the next three months hurting alot.

On Thursday Colin took me to a baseball game with some of his friends. It was really fun. I, of course ran into some people from HS but I'm at the point where that doesn't really bother me anymore. Its inevitable around here.

After the game got a little too soggy for our liking we headed to Stobers. That was a great deal of fun also, although the end is pretty cloudy. I do remember the fog cleared when we (I know, neither of us smoke, like ever.) fogged up. Apparently there are some amusing pictures, which I vaguely remember taking and seeing.

I hadn't smoked since France with Angela and our random new friends who were very enamored with the possibilities of American girls. I got a little freaked out that time though and we went back to angela's and ate a whole box of good old American Kraft Mac and Cheese. Never tasted to good, and the moment we stepped into the kitchen, my paranoia was promptly replaced by anticipation. Everytime I eat mac and cheese from the box i think of that night. In any case I found out something very relieving to me, I was not annoyed by anyone there, and usually guys in general annoy me if im stoned and they are. Pleasant surprise to find out I'm just as happy with Colin whether or not im high low or somewhere in between.

Self medicating? Nope, this is all free will over here, although some Kraft might fix up my blue box blues...


Post Script: CPD just tole me Angela will be in Chi-town in early May. I too will be there, I hope Colin and I can go and visit everybody, like we tried to do last time. Although he is working now so maybe I'll just take the train and use my brand new for my bday weekender suitcase!