why does everyone have to be a fucking freak?

So, last night, I'm laying around, watching TV, feeling like crap, and an old girlfriend called. WTF! She's taken all of the pills she has in the house. Ok, well, how many pills would that be? About 300. Oh, ok, well, what kind of pills are they? Is that enough to kill you? Yes. Well, you know, friday nights and saturdays AREN'T GOOD FOR ME for a least 6 months, so I'm really not up for this right now. Go puke that shit up, and call me in the morning...

I did receive a voice mail later after I had fallen asleep saying that she was okay. Well, I'm effected much more this weekend than last I think, so I'm really not in the mood to deal with much more than my own shit this weekend.