As of 1130Z this morning, I’m off work until 0100Z Tuesday. And I’m going to spend the bulk of the time with a girl. But unfortunately, I won’t be enjoying boy-girl activities.
ExRoomie and I have planned one of our TV marathons. We try to do these once every six weeks or so, but our last one was back in February, and it was abbreviated. Our schedules haven’t meshed since then, until now.
So I’m going to relax in front of the TV for the better part of three days, eating pizza and/or Chinese food, drinking, and watching the entire twelfth season of NCIS, the second half of the most recent season of Grimm, and whatever else happens to be on the DVR. Even if that is The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. Yeah, she likes that shit.
Did I mention drinking? I’ve made attempts at inebriation a few times this year, but was successful only once – back in March. That will be remedied. I plan to stay fucked up the entire weekend. I’m going to numb my consciousness and immerse myself in fictitious universes where there is no B, Diana, recent ex-wife, Felicia, Melanie, Christina, Melissa (don’t ask about those last four), escort agency that won’t do business with me, or anything else even remotely female related and connected to me.
I’ll see y’all next week if I don’t die of alcohol poisoning.