14 hours of drinking with a low tolerance makes for a difficult day after.
It was fun seeing my friends, and a lot of people that I haven't seen since the Milwaukee trip 2 years ago.
Shenanigans always happen with those people.
Not to mention me turning into a drunk emotional baby inside the bar due to a text message I received last night.
As we were at the last bar of the night, a local one, I got a text from my friend K who just had baby W.
She said that he was moved to the NICU early Saturday morning.
My heart sunk, and I kind of broke down.
She said that she had been trying to find time to text me all day, but was an emotional mess so she didn't get around to it then.
I wasn't able to really talk with her then, and I still haven't been able to talk to her besides a few text messages today.
She said that he is likely going to be kept there through the week.
I have no idea what is wrong with him, but it is freaking me out.
Not to mention that I am feeling like the worst friend ever.
I didn't text her at all yesterday to find out how they were.
I don't want to be an annoying person texting all the time to see how they are doing, but I probably should be.
None of my other friends have ever gone through something like that before, so I don't know what to say.
I'm not sure when she will be going home, so I don't want to bug her since I know that she is going to be having such a hard time going home without him.
Since I was feeling like crap today I didn't go down to see them.
Not to mention I'm not sure if she wants visitors.
So yea, I still feel like a shitty friend.
What a horrible start to the new year.
I've been thinking about my birthday plans.
I will work during the day, Jazzercise, and then I'm debating on going and hanging out by myself at a coffee shop or something.
I'm not really in the mood to do anything, so I won't.
What a depressing debbie downer I am.
I'm going to go fall asleep in front of the fireplace again, and hope that tomorrow is a little better.
Adios,
Bamf
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