Oh my god, guess where I am going in February?! BLOODY FREAKING IRELAND! AAAAAAAAAAAA! Oh my god, I am so excited I can hardly stand it. Room mate Marti had an advertisement for a 5 day pub crawl offered by one of the bars we frequent (o.k., so we're regulars). Finally, I get to go to Ireland! Oh man, she's going to have to drag me back on to the plane. All it's going to take is one hottie to start talking to me and I'm there for the rest of my life. Good lord does that accent get me going...o.k., I know, too much info.

Weekend was good. What did I say before about having a quiet weekend? I should know better than to assume anything. Friday night was the only calm night of the weekend. Marti and I just hung out at the apartment and got some stuff (ie. cleaning) done. Not very eventful, but relaxing. Saturday we went to our friend Alicia's party where Marti proceeded to get so ripped she passed out in the car on the way home. That was after yelling at Colleen and I for dragging her out of the Elephant & Castle. Ugh, she's so not pleasant to be around when she's that drunk. Sunday we went to her parent's camper and ended up going home to her parent's house (it stormed and we only had a tent to sleep in). This is where I got drunk and got sick. Good heavens I am such a light weight any more, I only had 4 beers and a Sky Blue. Blah. Monday we picniced at Marti's parents and came home. That's it. Now I need 4 days to revive myself before the Beer Olympics on Saturday.

I've been slightly on edge this week on the family front. My dad's apartment lease runs out on Thursday (or so he says) and he is supposedly planning on moving back in. Somehow I have a hard time believing him. Gee, I wonder why. I just have this sick feeling that I'm going to get a frantic phone call in the middle of the night on Thursday or Friday. I almost want to turn off all of the phones in the apartment and not even think about using my cell phone from Thursday on. Sigh, I hate this. I know it's their lives and I really have no business being in the middle of it but it is hard not to get involved when you are the first person that gets the hysterical phone calls when something goes wrong. Ugh. I think I may start going to see Dr. Linda again, this is all getting to be too much.

So on that extremely happy note, I am going to get back to work. Woo-Hoo.

Sweet dreams my friends.