Ambien and Drinking

Pierre,

I think I need something to help me sleep. I can't relax. Doctors say exercise helps with sleep. Sleeping with my own fiancee in her(used to be known as OOUUURR)bed. I always get sleepy when I'm in her bed. Apparantly my snoring is too much to endure so I sleep out in the TV room.



Anyway my point is never mix things. All I can tell you is that ambien is mixing the void weed left. I have been thinking about weird things. I put a gatorade bottle on the floor and fall asleep. Next morning I look up to clear the bottle and take it to the trash. Bottle was gone. Two days later still havent found the 64 oz of Blue Gatorade that had a few gulps inside..



I ran into my fiancees room about to whit it out, and she has to guide me to the bathroom. She takes me there and peeing, alternating between strong and lazy streams. I drank a fuck ton of water before I went to bed because I had hiccups because of the wine. "What are you doing?" I cant' hear anything, she has never seen me in this state, so what shall I do,



YOU'RE IN THE GAME I HAVE TO PLAY IT



no one wknows wat s ay. he's vbacck on th=e fllo

I wasn't making any sense. A few days later I woke up and went to work. When I came home there was hot sauce sprayed all over my bed and pillowcase. That's just weird. I also noticed I was missing ambien tabs. Was I taking pills in my sleep? Ever since the hot sauce incident I haven't taken ambien since.

I started this post thinking that it would be light...a bit silly like I had promised. It's funny to see people sleepwalk, like in cartoons or whatever. A character would sleepwalk while someone else would desperately try to keep the sleepwalking idiot alive in some sort of Rube Goldberg machine like sequence. Sleepwalking in real life however, isn't funny. Like jeez...it's hard to comprehend, to accept that. Anyway, I apologize again for being heavy.

Also, welcome the third piece of this triforce of a blog. Yo T-Lizzle.

THIS IS WH HAPPENES WHEN YOU MIX

-SPZ

So I guess I'm starting off...

Pierre,

My apartment has flooded for the third time in the last two months. My bedroom has been the prime victim of the rain. I miss my sanctuary so much. Today has been the worst. I've wanted to play Rock Band 2 ever since I came home from work. Normally, I could just say, "PEACE OUT" like Matthew Berry and rock out on plastic toy instruments. Now, because my room smells like a deadly mix of rotting cooked cabbage and socks, I can't stay in there. I don't want to breathe mold and spores, or develop asthma, or some shit like that. Plus I had to move all my stuff out here. I have to share a TV and a computer. Andrea isn't having the Rock Band tonight. I wish she would just fucking play, jeez. She hates loud noises. I'm just guessing(she would say I'm assuming), but I think she fears change from Rock Band 1 to Rock Band 2. It sounds silly, but there is an all new song list so I guess it can be intimidating. She likes to be comfortable, and everything has to be familiar.

I just want to do all kinds of shit right now. I have Netflix movies I could be watching, or X-Men episodes on my DVR. Mega Man 2 came out on Virtual Console on the Wii and I don't know if you know, but Mega Man 2 is my second favorite game of all time. That's huge. I could be playing that right now. Great game.

Now I've reached that point where I start feeling like shit for criticizing. I'm trying not to do that anymore. My therapist thinks I need to learn how to be critical without feeling like shit all the time. Anyway, that's all. I was thinking about writing my "Letters I Couldn't Send" series here, since it kinda fits the theme of the blog, but I don't know if this is supposed to be exclusive to us or whatever. You'll probably say it's fine, but again I apologize for assuming.

Of course I feel like shit. Can you imagine if I just said, "Look I want to play video games(and ignore you)." I feel like I can't win so I'll just sit here on the crumb covered couch that we normally never sit on, but now I have to because there's nowhere else to sit, slouched over, just watching Andrea sleep.

It's too late to play Rock Band. At least the drums anyway which of course are the funnest, but very challenging. I'm too annoyed to play anyway. God, I hope all my posts aren't like this.

-Alvin