Im not even sure what that word means, but thats how i feel? Whatever... Well, I hate Mondays, and Tuesdays, and Wednesdays... My weekend was weird. Saturday consisted of me sleeping off the prior nights adventures. My father is not very pleased with me after everything that happened over the weekend. Friday i woke up the family at 2 in the morning because the smoke detector went off in my room lol it wouldve been fine if i wasnt drunk and high and trying to explain to him that the reason why the house almost burned down is because i passed out with some candles burning! I remember saying something about my hand...and falling on that excuse over and over again. it went something like, "i dunno what happened! i burned my hand! ow! my hand! my hand!" the song i start with is never the song i finish with so i never know what to put in the blank, because now its a diffrent song. Well, sometime between the wee hours of the morning i passed out only to wake up at 7:30 to bring a friend to work. I get out to my car and realize that the roadie home last night impaired me so, that i left the lights on. My battery was dead, so i tromp back into the house and wake up my dad. He mutters somehting along the lines of "marisabel!!!!" and i cant help but laugh a little. I tell my mom i'll be right back, and dont come home until 7 that night. I dont know what happened in those inbetween hours. I remember passing out, and then smoking some more. I went home and passed out again, until Sunday morning. Did church and all that jazz, and slept some more...i like sleeping. but anywyas, between the hours of 9-midnight, i had a conversation with my father about my athesim? i dunno...a long complicated conversation. um, i gutta go, i will go into deeper detail later.