Dear Diary,
So Sandy left to get some food and all he came back with was liquor and condoms. So now I am going to get a burger at McDonald's and I am not buying him shit.
The hangover is a tiny bit better but I know will get better once I eat and take a nap. I seriously could just sleep all day.
I think Sandy just plans on getting drunk today. Like I don't mind drinking but, jeez, it isn't even noon yet.
He said some friends of his will be joining us tonight. Oh goodie! I will probably just go off by myself and watch the city lights again. Plus his constant talking disrupts my quiet time and drinking. haha
I need to go to the truck stop again and shower along with do laundry. Maybe Sandy will be gone when I get back. He doesn't seem to care too much about being clean.
He is kind of an irresponsible person for being 46. He told me he has never held down a job for longer than 6 months. I laughed at it last night because I was thinking it was quite pathetic. He thought I was being mean and stumbled off. Then he tripped over a stick and I laughed so hard I about peed myself. He really wasn't happy at that point. He stormed in the tent and I didn't hear a word from him until I went to bed.
He reminds me of a surfer dude but like way older and still thinking he is 18 or something. Oh well, he is offering shelter, alcohol, and companionship. I shouldn't be too hard on him. He is hilarious and kind of dumb too.
Well I have a couple hours of stuff to do. Eat, shower, and laundry! Then nap when I get back. I seriously want a nap right now but I have stuff to do.