I know it's on me but I live in a party house
I was gonna see out Day 6 sober no problem. Worked seven hours, was pretty tired. But no housemates back, at 10pm. Bad sign. Still planned on a nice sober night. It got till 1am with me going out of my mind - AV raging - knowing they would come back f***ed up, who knew when. Got wine. They came back f***ed up. Other people rang doorbell afterwards. This is a Sunday night, right? I can't get dry in this house; I can't afford to move out of this house...