so last night i was on my computer feeling woozy and sick. my light was off and i was laying in bed under the covers. couch boy came home and came into my room and seemed surprised to see me in there. he was like "wow what are you doing home its a saturday night blah blah, did your plans not go through...."
he was changing and hanging his clothes up in my closet and i shut my computer and put it on the floor and laid down. he continued to talk, obviously drunk, and i continued to give him short answers. when i said that the party we went to sucked he said "you'll get over it." and i was like what? and he was like "......" and i said "what did you say?" and he was like "oh, i think i misheard you."
so i think he was sassing me and felt dumb when i called him on it. finally, he left my room and went into the main room and was talking loudly with katarina. luckily i'm a heavy sleeper and it didn't keep me up.
so this morning i got up, ate breakfast in here with the light on, showered, all that jazz. got ready in my room while watching a movie (i made sure to keep the door open so he could hear it).
an hour before church starts i get my heels on. really, i already ate breakfast, but i act hungry. i walk into our main room with my heels clanking on the hardwood floor and loudly make myself a sandwich. wow, he has an open alcohol bottle in the fridge with no lid.
to dump it or not to dump it?
if he approaches me i'll say "well it was on the top shelf with no lid and i figured you were done with it and i didn't want it to fall and spill everywhere, sorry!!"
i have to get ready for church now hopefully he wakes up sometime soon or is annoyed. i think i'll go dump the alchy.
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