Borderline Shattered

Napoleon Dynamite was, for a lack of a better word, enjoyable. Both Duncan and Veronica would agree. A lot of laughs were had due to the movie, although the plot was, well, non-existent.

Afterwards we went to my favourite Irish Pub in Mississauga. Both Veronica and I ordered another pint thinking we had enough time to finish it before we had to hop on a bus to get Duncan back home. After nursing our precious beers, Veronica glanced at the time and realized we had about a minute before Duncan had to be on the bus, and do you know what's not fun? Chugging Guinness. After I was 3/4 of the way of finishing my drink, Duncan said we could stay longer if he could stay the night. Too bad he failed to come up with this idea before I just drank a MEAL in seconds.

After failing to catch the last bus home, we decided to cab the rest of the way. Duncan stayed at my house; it was closer to the train station. There we stayed up until now talking and reminiscing about various events. He also shed light on a few things that I was absolutely clueless over. And... what he told me continues to drag its claws around my stomach. Duncan admits he doesn't know how true and how exaggerated the facts he relayed to me are, but regardless it was not fun hearing. Even now I continue to feel queasy over them. If they are as true as he was told they are, I will have lost a lot of respect for certain individuals, something I really hope I don't have to deal with. Bah. Ignorance is truly bliss. I don't like having to go to bed with an ill stomach and a burdened mind when it's not due to alcohol.

So if you hadn’t guessed yet, the reason I’m not going into detail is I don’t know how much detail I was told is true.

Some fun phone calls to make tomorrow.

I hate this sickening feeling in my stomach. Hate. Why isn't anyone online now so I can unload?