OH YEAH, and I was wasted AGAIN last night...
So here's a weird story, kinda:
I drive home from the bar after dropping off this frig from my calc class while talking on the phone with Ben. I arrive at my apartment complex, and my roommate/ex-boyfriend was parked in MY carport spot. So, I have to drive all the way to the other side of the complex... we're talking 200 apartments on 28 acres or something (not a long drive, but it's a long walk in below-freezing temps).
By this time, I have to piss like a racehorse, but I'm on the phone and REALLY don't feel like going inside just to fight with the ex. After seeing a bush against the fence in front of my car, I decide to tell Ben to hold on a sec, put the phone on the hood of my car, and pop a squat next to this bush. Drip dry, back on the phone, it's all good.
I completely forgot about it until the ex and I got in the car this morning to drive to school for our oceangraphy final, and he goes, "Why the hell is there a bunch of dirt all over your passenger seat?"
Oops.
Soberness tonight, though... studying for my calc final in the morning, aaaaaaah.