Oh my TVC15

Sooo the store manager of BevMo apparently just walked out this morning. I wonder what they're gonna do about replacing him. This doesn't make me any more excited, cause I'm not at all, to go back to work but at least it'll make for good gossip for a bit. So I guess it's safe to say I won't become an alcoholic because I came to a realization this weekend that I really only drink when I'm happy or in some sort of good mood. While it cannot be denied that I had fun with some of my favorite people this weekend, I can't say I was happy. We got in Thursday and I felt sick after we landed, didn't get more than an hour of sleep that night. And so the tone for the weekend was set, for me at least. I've been feeling so scatterbrained lately, I know I already complain a lot but I really feel like I've just been straight up having memory issues. It's probably nothing but it is weird. Liz and Kit had to turn around after we got out on the road cause I'd forgotten my boots at the apartment. Then I thought maybe I was just being crazy and had packed them after all and worried about this until I could check my suitcase, right before I did I got a text from Allison asking if I was sure I'd forgotten them. So for a moment I was sure I'd sent them back for nothing. I don't know why, even though they were back at the apartment, this made me feel so shitty. I'd also forgotten my make up bag back home in Arizona. It was the best to see Suzy again. Odin was as always a joy to be around and made me feel the closest thing to happiness. I fully planned on getting drunk that night, I had a fun outfit and I didn't feel completely drained despite the lack of nocturnal shut-eye, but we get there and I down a vodka Red Bull and...bleh. It's loud and there's all these people and so I have a beer, hoping this will be the key to happiness. But it just feels so tasking to drink when you're not feeling like you're having the time of your life. That's when I do my best drinking. So I went home early because all of this was just depressing me more. Odin was kind enough to keep me company on the bed, even if he did get poo on it. I can't even piece together the weekend beyond that. It was just a blur of trying to enjoy myself because I was with a group of people that I don't get to see nearly enough and trying to feel like drinking so I didn't feel like I wasted my time at one of the best drinking festivals ever. Just didn't happen for me though. Things I almost left behind at the cabin: Laptop.
Things I did leave behind at the cabin: romance novel from library, my paycheck, probably something else.

And now I'm back here, Suzy-less and more pressingly dog-less. I'm trying to figure out where I want to go from here, what I want to make of my life, and the only thing I can figure out for sure right now is that I need a dog. Not want, need. Well this was a big blawwwwg, and how boring for you all, no pictures. Hm, well, here.




In case you can't tell, that is a dog in the shape of a Southern Comfort bottle. You're welcome.