I suck. I suck. I suck.

I went to work yesterday, which was okay, except that I was told I’ll lose my job if I miss work without calling in again. My grandma’s still in the hospital, and she keeps getting confused and yesterday she had a fever and they’re afraid she might get pneumonia…

Last night, possibly in reaction to the stress, and hearing some information that pissed me off, I went out and got rather drunk. I just had beer, so I shouldn’t have been as drunk as I was, but I think the not eating as much as I should thing really does decrease your tolerance to alcohol. Huh. Who would have thunk it?

Anyway, I’m a little concerned that I may have said and done some things that I’ll regret if word gets around. God.

And of course, now I don’t feel any better today, I feel worse. Classes start tomorrow. I have to pull myself together but it’s hard because I feel like I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel.