saltines are delicious

So, I'm drunk.. So what :). I don't drink that often... at least I never used to but suddenly it seems I am found drinking much more than before. Well at least after I turned 21. I sure drank a lot before that but never so much since.

I am drinking a lot and sitting downstairs in the kitchen because my husband, who doesn't really drink at all has picked up a nasty habit of drinking since he's been at home from Iraq and honestly, is upstair pouting Sincbecause he got mad at me and can't remember why. And at this point I don't care because I know he is being ridiculous and I am sitting next to a package of saltines and honestly, saltines are delicious.

Since this is a protected entry, and anyone who would read it is is someone I can trust, I can be honest here, so I am just going to spill my guts while Eddie probably sleeps upstairs half waiting for me to join him. (although I can hear movement upstairs and it may, or may not be the dogs making that noise. Judging by how drunk he was a few minutes ago, I'm going to go out on a limb and guess it is the dogs because I really think he is much too drunk to be doing anything but lying in bed). I am very happy right now although I am concerned about some of the people responsible for that happiness and their own ability to find the things that make them happy and how they might actually remain in my life for a while.

I wish I could remember where I put my soda....

Soda is MIA but water is not so it will have to do for now.

Saltines are still delicious

Eddie is still upstairs and most likely sleeping in a drunken state in our room and part of me wants to go join him and part of me does not want to indulge in that kind of drunken behavior. I'm half wondering if he'll wonder where I am and come join me or if he'll just sleep upstairs until tomorrow. If history repeats itself (not necessarily the drunken part but every other part), he'll remain upstairs.

I am honestly ok if this isn't that coherant. If its not, I am sure you trusted few will uinderstand.

I am so tired. I am exhausted. Shit. If we had a couch right now I would totally crash out on it and teach someone... who shall remain nameless....a lesson about running off upstairs and sleep my own ass on the couch. Unforch we are couchless until tomorrow and so I will eventually have to suck it up and go upstairs. Maybe I will take a shower first. Showers always make me feel better and put things in a better perspective. Baths do the same, unless, of course they are interupted by bleary dirty looks and slammed doors ;). I don't think I will have to worry about that tonight though. I have a feeling that a shower will be a long and wonderful experience, uninterrupted and lovely.

Yep, I'll probably delete this whole thing unless when I sober up it makes me laugh. I usually laugh at my drunken rants so this might actually stay available for those who can actually read this.

Shit I am tired and I am making my move upstairs.

Good night my loves and I hope tomorrow finds you well