Y2 D43

Goddamn my my head is split wide open right now. In a world of pain. Self-inflicted in part. I also hurt myself last night physically not on purpose, and have a huge gash on my leg. More on that in a minute.

Ok, final birthday tally? Here it is:

Total unsolicited birthday greetings from people who know me: 22
Earliest: Kid @ midnight
Earliest text/call/facebook: LO @ 1:16am
Last: 3:36pm from my sister on facebook
Total number of ex-gfs: 6
Texts: 9
Calls: 4
Facebook: 8
IM: 1
Total gifts received: 3, all purchased by myself
Total cards: 0
Total number of people who threw me a party: 0
Total number of people who went out with me last night: 0

Overall birthday happiness? 35%

In the grand scheme of things it was a pretty lousy birthday until I started drinking and then I didn't give a shit. I went through two bottles of wine and an entire bottle of campari to drown the fact that I was alone on my birthday. Not even anyone to stop by and have a drink with me. I asked a couple of people if they wanted to hang out but everyone was busy.

My boss took me to lunch yesterday which was nice and unexpected. It did turn into more of a work and lecture about how I fucked up in AZ but it would appear he has in his own way forgiven me for that issue. At the very least I am happy.

Ended up last night talking to this guy who was a hell of lot smarter than he looked. I think we both kind of realized that while we looked like a couple of psycho drunks, we were pretty intelligent. A kindred spirit if you will. We talked for like two hours until I realized the restaurant was closing and asking us to leave.

I went outside and tried to find a cab but in my not so sober state I probably walked right by a few. Next thing I know I have somehow walked the four miles to my house without finding a cab. I am blank on most of the walk but I remember enough. I did at one point go into McDonald's because I thought I was hungry but the line was too long and I left. I peed on some building at some point.

I am lucky I didn't get arrested for public drunkenness or public indecency, but hell at least I would have probably had a ride home.

The irony is ONE block from my place I tripped and went down. Right on top of my birthday goblet which shattered. Tore my nice jeans, and ended up with a nasty gash on my leg. ONE FUCKING BLOCK. That's karma for you baby.

Upside? That was the first time I had drank in a week. I am going to see if I can go another week now without drinking. Maybe even two...