Drinking instead of cleaning was not a good choice. I woke up today to my apartment still totally torn apart from when I stopped organizing last night. Since my bed had no sheets on it (stopped in the middle of changing those) I pulled out the couch and slept in front of the TV. Basically, anything I was going to get done last night came to a screeching halt. And now, I'm heading home for the weekend and have zero motivation to actually tidy the place up. The only thing I got accomplished was throwing away a bunch of back issues of Cosmo magazine, something I've been meaning to do for a while now. Talk about progress.
Anyway, I am heading home this weekend for (maybe) my brother's graduation. Today is the day we find out definitively if he graduates or not, and of course he could give a shit. Typical Michael. But I'm glad I got my train ticket instead of waiting to see if he's actually walking or not. And even if he doesn't graduate, going home is always at the top of my list of things to do. Haven't seen Kim in a few weeks, which is slowly draining me of life. Ben should get home not too much later, if not earlier, than me, assuming he got his packing done last night. Seeing as how the only time I talked to him was for 1 minute when I drunkenly called him, I would hope he had enough focus to get that shit done. But, we will see.
I feel like today is going to be annoying. Hope I'm wrong.
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