Quote of the day: "One of my nipples is an outtie-- the other is an innie"LONG night. Started on the box of wine about 3:00 this afternoon and kept a steady, low level drunk for about 12 hours. Had long and flowing conversations with the neighbors until one decided a little before midnight that she just had to go for a walk. No one was willing to come so she got spiteful and left alone, fairly drunk, into a college town. Colleen wanted to chase her but I told her not to-- I've worked with too many retarded kids to play that game. But after an hour passed and she hadn't returned we launched a sortie to make sure she was alive. We found her up on Melbourne Street in a phone booth, chatting away to someone back home. I like the kid, and I would feel awful if something happened to her, but at the end of the day I'm no fucking nanny and whatever stupid shit she's intent on doing she's going to do. FINALLY got home around 2:00 and Sophie, who had just gotten in as well, absolutely insisted I try this wine she bought. So much for sobering up before bed. But good news: a whole night of drinking and the
box of wine is still feeling really full.
Drink Count: 11
Lost Canuck Count: 0
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