I'm fire and you're the ocean

Now that my sober brain has conceived and entertained the thought, it will be very important henceforth to make sure I do not EVER get drunk enough to email my dad and ask him if they are getting a divorce or if my mother's vague ramblings of "When Jonathan moves out I will be making BIG MAJOR CHANGES in my life and maybe I have to be selfish and think for myself" just means she's going to go be a crazy missionary in Africa or something. No judgment, of course, because they should've gotten divorced a long time ago (coming from someone who very firmly believes that divorce is "wrong"), but I would just like to know so I will have some time to contemplate the idea of having parents who are divorced before it actually happens.

Maybe the key here is to never get that-drunk alone. Because I'm pretty sure my friends are solid enough that they would be able to talk me out of it, or at least put me to bed and sit on my computer until they're sure I'm not going to wake up still drunk.


To-Do list for this week:
--Find out which days I'm supposed to cook for telethon people at Newman
--Clean my room OMG
--actually make the stupid playlist for the fic I've been beta-ing. (Yes, beta and fic. Never thought you'd hear THOSE words outside of LiveJournal, huh?)
--start workout regimen.  Friend's Wedding, feat. high-school-bf-who-cheated-on-me will be there too (98% sure) and I would like to look fabulous because HELLO. Also I need a date for that. A really hot date.