Well, turns out I got to have an interesting saturday night after all. Cyndi showed up tonight. She was attending her uncles wedding that just happened to be over here in Weaverville. She showed up around 11:00 tonight, drunk off of her ass! It was funny at first I guess, because we all get a little tossed every now and again, but that silliness died fast. She started throwing up, luckily she made it to the bathroom, but this was just the first of about 7 puking episodes all together. I spent my night hunched over a bowl holding her hair back while she puked over and over again. I spent hours cleaning up after her and wiping her face, giving her water...so on. I finally got her into some comfortable clothes, and then she passed out in my bed. I'm at my computer right now while she is laying in my bed getting ready to wake up to the worst day of her life. This got me to thinkin about a lot of things tonight. She drinks like this a lot, and it makes me worry. Granted I drink a lot too, but I know how to handle my liquor. Jesus, where are my answers? When can I be sure that this life is one fitting for me. AHHHHHH! I'm not very happy right now...I'm confused...AGAIN I'm fucking confused. Does this end? On a lighter note...Kim, I hope your feeling better sweetie, I wish I could be there instead of here! I'm not going to get any fucking sleep tonight...this is my life! Hope your feeling better Kim, remember, chicken soup and lots of water! Miss you!