Then I had to wake up at 9 to go to my dad's cousin's house in Land o' Lakes or some shit. The food was goooood as shit. I friggin love thanksgiving.
Tomorrow I have to wake up at 4am to go shopping with my mom, and there's no way I can go to sleep early anymore. I'm driving back to Orlando Friday night, and I have to be at work Sat. and Sun. at 9 and 10 am. How much bullshit is that? But at least I get off around 5pm both days.
My mom screwed up my whole being sober for two days thing. I didn't drink at my dad's last night, but when I came over here, bam. The fridge has like 6 beers in it. Goodbye. Actually I've only had two, and I'm only gonna have one more, because getting drunk by yourself is called alcoholic land; plus it's boring as shit.