Bullshit from beneath the printer

Chelsea thought that we could try cleaning up the house. She thought it might help me stop thinking about all this shit. I got the computer room, of course, since I spend a good bit of time here now.

I found something while cleaning. Under the fucking printer. Not sure why it was there, not sure I want to know what was going through my head when I put it there, but it was there. Perfectly hidden under my printer...

Seriously, did I think I'd be able to FIND it there? Who hides shit under the PRINTER?

I'm still a bit put-off by the thought that I once had the idea to hide something under the goddamn printer. Anyway, putting it up here, since you guys seem to be at least partially interested in this shit.

And the back side:

At first glance, I see those symbols again, and some examples of why I work over the telephone. Also, I can see that my handwriting seems to degrade into the incoherent scribbling that covered the papers I had when I passed out.

Too tired now to even bother with these. I might come back later and offer a translation, if you need it.

Well fuck.

I woke up with the worst hangover in recent history, and of course I remember nothing from the previous night. I look around and find that post from last night. I'm logged in and the Notes page is the first thing I see. Apparently I wrote that, posted it, and passed out. Hopefully.

I asked Chelsea what happened, and she said my friends dragged me home after I got into a big fight at wherever the hell we were. When I came home I sat down and started babbling for an hour or so before walking into the bedroom and not coming out until this morning. She checked in on me every once in a while until I was out cold, and decided she wouldn't risk waking me up and fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

She said I didn't say much while babbling. It was mostly the overly happy bullshit I usually say while drunk.

I showed her my drunken post and she said that that's pretty much what happened. She did say that my friends supposedly tried to stop the fight, but that I was too drunk to notice. I have no idea who the guys were that I fought, nor can I remember the fight itself, but I'm sure this will come back to bite me in the ass somehow.

I go back to work tomorrow, and I go to the docs on Tuesday. I have a sinking feeling that this week won't be nearly as good as last week was.