i went to work, got home, ate some linguini and clam sauce, drank half a bottle of wine and three beers, then passed out.

today i go to work for four hours, then drive three hours to syracuse for the weekend.

asked my roommate to watch the dogs, so i don't have to drive them around all weekend, but he's planning on going on a "trip".

he's golfing tomorrow morning, so i don't know if this trip is just for a night, but it's pissing me off