Y4 D121

Long ass day yesterday. I did NOT get my upgrade either. Poop. I left for the airport at about 4:30 because I was bored. Seriously. I was tired of sitting around the hotel room. I got to the airport at 5 and that's a good thing because I almost killed myself. I couldn't figure out the entrance instructions and realized I was going the wrong way down a one way as I made it to the parking areas. Luckily it was nice and early and no one was coming the other direction. The flight from TN to Chicago wasn't horrible. I had both exit seats all to myself and stretched out. It was the Chicago home flight that sucked. I was 9th on the upgrade list when I showed up and I could tell right away I wasn't getting it. I ended up in the exit row, but in the middle between two very large, very sweaty old men. Ugh. 5 hours of that. Sucked balls.

Landed around 1:30 and my friend picked me up. She had just left the kid and she told me everything they discussed. It seems the kid was worried I wanted to kick her out and she is freaking out because she can't support herself living with me, let alone living by herself. She also is worried she has social anxiety disorder. Valid point. On the second one, not the first. I am not kicking her out any where. Anyway, I got home and we talked some more. She was a little upset I made my friend do the initial part but she realized why. Her and I were able to talk to without her crying because she got all her crying out at lunch. That was the main reason I wanted someone else to bring these things up. I knew if I did, it would turn into a tearfest and it would suck even worse. We talked about even more stuff such as I shouldn't be the focal point of her social network. My friend gave her a 'homework' assignment and I am going to push her to do it - text ONE person this week and see if they want to hang out. That's it. Just one person. I think that is a good start. To help prove the point, I told her I was going out. I shouldn't feel guilty that I want to go out even if she doesn't have any plans. But I also wasn't going to be a dick. I told her AND STUCK TO IT that I would only be out for a couple of hours. I went down to the bar at 3:30 and left about 5:30. I was a good boy. Had three drinks, spent $15, and came home. On the way home I got us tacos and quesadillas. We then attempted to watch TV but I was too floopy. Not drunk, just that the travel, the booze, the exhaustion, all hit at once. I was just goofy. We talked, we prepped for Halloween, I chatted with multiple people at once online. I was being a bit smart ass to some of them, but it was all fun.

Both of us ended up going to bed around 9. I needed the sleep. Woke up at 4:30 but said screw this and fell back until 7. Today is a baby shower followed by a birthday party. Whee.