New Year, New Friends (that I already don't like)

I have not slept in 50 hours. I am so tired that I can't sleep. A friend came in from out of town and I was then pulled into a socializing marathon that went on for two days, non-stop, an endless barrage of talking and drinking and talking and eating. Now, were I a social butterfly, maybe this would have been fun, but I'm not. I don't socialize ever, really, so it was overwhelming. It became surreal, a blur of faces that I'll never see again. I do know that I got drunk with the head of the journalism department from the local college. I also have the vague recollection of a 60 year old Marxist waving around a 200 dollar bottle of wine that he never opened. When midnight passed he made a toast that lasted five minutes. I think these were rich people, I never really got around to finding out for sure. I never really learned any names either. Where have I been? I was so drunk when I got home this morning that I couldn't sleep, so I just watched a zombie movie and then the same group of strangers picked us up and took us to a breakfast that lasted three hours. I now hate these people, whoever they are...how can folks talk so much? Anyway, if I ever figure out who I've been hanging out with I'll then know specifically who it is that I don't like. It's all reminded me of why I never leave the house. Anyway, it's almost 4pm here, so I'll finally sleep, hopefully. My friend returned to her state, my front door is double locked, and I'm beginning to hallucinate slightly from the sleep deprivation. You know, one thing I do remember is that I didn't eat for a really long time and then suddenly the Marxist guy cooked like three huge meals all at once and we ate until it hurt, and when we were finished he broke out a salmon and started cooking all over again. It was a Food Channel nightmare.

Allright, I'm going to bed now, my corpus collosum hurts.
Take care.