Now I Can Fart In The Living Room Without Being Judged
Well the guest bed has been deflated and put away. I now have my office back, and I finally have control of the television in the living room again. Don't get me wrong, I love Dennis and he is probably the easiest person who ever visits, but thank god he's gone. It's just that I have a routine, and visitors disrupt that routine. Hell it took me years to get used to Mark living here. We get along pretty good now and the house is his home, but at times he still seems intrusive. Now that Dennis has left, I can walk around in my underpants again, and when I run for my bathroom for an emergency dump, the door isn't locked. (Damn, I hate it when I have to use Mark's bathroom) Most of all I will cut down on drinking. I think Dennis and I are a bad influence on each other when we visit, because when he lived here a few years ago, we could go for days without carousing. When we are seeing each other as visitors, we seem to feel obligated to go out every night. It will all start again in a few weeks. I am going up to Chicago for a wedding, and I am staying at Dennis' house. I think my liver will have had time to recover by then.