I got a new employee all set up.
I went to the clinic's storage unit and found all sorts of nifty stuff. Proof that we used to keep good records, too.
I went to a party type thing at my Sam's house, in La Palma. Saw people I haven't seen in ages (and was just as well off not having seen in ages). Made Scotty feel really bad fro breaking my leg, then I felt really bad about that, because he didn't mean to. Refused to drink Pabst, but drank my whiskey straight. Left the party after it was decided that someone was going to go out and make a run to pick up some coke (i had been asked to drive, but i did decline). I really wasn't in the mood to deal with coked up punks. Especially after listening to one of them talk about her 14 month old kid at home.
Scotty was making cracks about how i used to love the drugs, and would do anything i could "get my grubby hands on". sad to say, it was true.
We went to Q Club and saw a different Scotty. He is, curiously enough, dating Norm's roommate. Who I have met couple times and not realized she's Norm's roomie. She is a cool chick. I hate the kid, who tries to touch my dog. Michael and I had beer with lemons. Nummy.
I spent some time napping with Michael on his couch. i love sleeping wrapped up around him, even if we only have time for naps like that, before i have to go home. damn this distance. it makes me sad ... and i'm stuck ...
the plan never involved falling in love with a boy in costa mesa ...