prestently listening to:"another day"

intentions to: go to speech, gety smoked out.

soberity level: i'm running on 5 hours of sleep y'all

last night BP had a show at the Caravan. i slipped into outsider mode. i've declared myself a anti-social smoker. i only smoke to avoid talking to people. i'm sure what it was last night. maybe the ridiculously over dreesed crowed room of scenesters, perhaps i was tired. too sober? i don't know. i was really enjoying people watching. for some reason, no one understands people watching like i do. i must have been asked "are you alright?" 50 times by strangers and friends. i just get quiet sometimes. i'm good at being quiet. BP got waay drunk. i have no problems with drinking in general. i was only slightly concerned cause i was not sure he'd make it home driving, and furthermore...tuesday night he called me at 10 to say g'night, he was going to bed early. later i found out he went to M-dawgs, got wasted and puked at work a couple times the next morning. to each his own, right on, rock star!, good for him. but then he was like "i'm not drinking at our shown Thursday, blah blah blah" and, as i explained already, he got drunk enough to make me worry. i don't feel like i have to say anything, but, man. besides, its not my place, right? its not like i think he outta enroll in AA classes.

((sigh))