And then, I wake up on the living room floor at one in the afternoon, covered by cats, and I REMEMBER why there is no drinking on week nights.

On the positive side of that, I guess I got today off! Which is nice. My days off have been horrifically full for the last few weeks, not to mention that I really dislike my job and would rather not be there anyway.

Logan is requesting money. I can't help but think of his girlfriend who doesn't work who I just moved up here for him, and the several hundred dollars worth of liquor sitting in his cupboards, also bought when the girlfriend moved up. I think about the guy who still lives there who doesn't pay rent.

Oh well, I guess I drank a good chunk of that liquor last night. What are buddies for, anyway, if not to drink your booze?


Speaking of Logan's girlfriend, I ended up having a great chat with Mackenize in the wee hours of the morning. You were right, she is less mentally repulsive than early indications. It helped that I was really hammered and quite melancholic with Alanna thoughts, and in need of a good, irreverent giggle. Really, the only uncomfortable part was that she kept talking about Logan's ex, and how she always wants to be friends with Mackenzie, and how that's awkward, and why is she like that?

I did not have the heart to tell the truth, mostly because I have no desire to pack all her shit up and move her back to Grande Prairie only a week after her arrival.

Oh well, they'll figure it out, I'm sure.