This last weekend passed by in something of a drunken blur.
Adam and Sam came over on Saturday and we all got stupidly drunk. I kept flirting with Sam as I always do; Adam kept flirting with Tanya as he always does. I remember laughing a lot, but I can’t recall why. I DO remember my laughter feeling somewhat hollow. I’ve often fantasized about getting Sam into bed, but I like Adam too much to destroy his family for him. I already stole one girlfriend off him, years ago.
Sunday it was my mother’s birthday, and to celebrate she took us all out to the pub for a meal. I dealt with the hangover from the previous night by drinking as much cider as I could in the couple of hours we were in there. I wasn’t embarrassing or brash or anything; im seasoned enough now to be able to get completely wasted while appearing stone cold sober. I’m very good at it these days. I don’t even need to make an effort. Some of the other customers in the pub were giving me strange looks but I don’t know why. Fuck them anyway.
Then when we got home after the pub I slept it off for a little while, but then Tanya woke me up to remind me that she was supposed to be going out for a meal with some workmates. They went for an Indian at a new place that just opened on the main road in town. We looked in there once but it was dead so we didn’t go in. Never a good sign. We finished a bottle of wine left over from Saturday night before she went out, and I got another to have to myself.
I put the girls to bed, read Ellen a story , and made her cry by talking about how one day she would find someone who loves her and she would marry and move away. I asked her to promise she would never forget about me. She said she wouldn’t. We cuddled for a long time, both of us crying softly.
When Tanya came hoe drunk at one AM, I was in bed, drunk, and angry about something which I can’t recall. We had a short, intense, but then ended up fucking like drunken animals until four in the morning.
I went to work the next day feeling…like everything was dead. My eyes are getting worse, and I’ve started to hear voices in my head. I think it’s a combination of the booze and lack of sleep. I’ll see how I feel as the week goes on.
Nothing more from Astrid. Nothing from Ulrika. I feel very lonely.