Tuesday Night – 7:23pm
So there I was, riding with my new girlfriend Lindsay Lohan in the front of her Benz convertible cruising down PCH. Top down. Beautiful day. She looks stunning.. Hot little outfit.. No undies, natch. And then I think, When did we get together? I don’t remember hooking up with her. Something about this seems odd, but I’ve been known to wake up in strange situations before, and I’m not about to start asking questions now. But I know that this can’t last, so I’m gonna make my move, you know, while the gettins good. I mean, things really couldn’t be going much better right now. So I turn towards her and…

BAM! My fucking alarm goes off. 7:15. That was Tuesday, and that story pretty much sums up my week. I spent the whole weekend moving into the new place – didn’t party all weekend – and how does my body repay me? I’ve been sicker than sick the past four days. My head constantly feels like it’s about to explode. I feel like Bill Pullman in Lost Highway, about to split into another person. And it’s showing no signs of returning to normal. I’m actually writing this in a notebook right now because my eyes were pounding so much staring at the damn computer screen. I only hope that tomorrow, my eyes feel better when I type this at work for posting. [They don't].
Oh, and the “new” house I was so excited about? Ever seen “The Money Pit” with Tom Hanks and Shelly Duvall? Yeah, kinda like that. No heat.. No hot water.. You can wash your clothes, but sorry, no dryer.. Got new blinds, but they fall off when you pull the string. Really, it’s just the kind of place you want to come home to when it hurts to LOOK.
“What does all this have to do with SorryIGotDrunk, you ask?” I have no idea, really, but this is my site for drunken rants and throughout this debacle they call May 2005 – God knows I’ve been drinking. (Hornsby’s Draft Cider right now). Shit, even after all the bullshit OTCs I’ve been popping this week trying to make my pulsating brain stop, the only thing that’s been effective and given me a few minutes of peace is the 3 or 4 beer buzz I can grab after work.
Okay, I feel better now. As far as the site goes, I’m trying to do something special for Thursday. Lazlo wants me to tell one of my classic Tijuana stories for the occasion, and I promise you, Dear Reader(s), that if I can muster up the energy today to put the story to paper, you’ll get it.
Until then, as always. Mahalo… Lou.
Oh yeah.. I saw Richard Grieco yesterday at Starbucks. Tried to get a camera phone picture, but he alluded me. Damn you, Richard Grieco!!