Time For Everyone to Go Home

Night of: February 2
People Involved: Kyle, Rachel, Carley, Chris P., Brian (in conversation)

I have a couple of things I want to show Kyle about MFB, and debate texting him. Instead, I go into his room. I'm now playing Guitar Hero, but for some reason, it looks like Grand Theft Auto, except with motorcycles. Rachel is in there, sleeping, but wakes up and starts finishing off a bottle of malibu coconut rum on the bed stand. Disgusted, I make a comment like, "Geeeeez." For some reason I can't see perfectly--my contacts must not be in.
Rachel responds with something like, "Oh, be quiet," which makes me feel like I'm being quick to judge.
"Sorry... I was being douchey... until now, " I reply, as I'm now on a computer, resizing the edges of a calendar--the Saturday and Sunday days--as if they're cells in Excel.
Kyle and Rachel get up and are going to leave, and apparently Rachel's going to drive them. It doesn't seem like a good idea on account of the malibu.
Chris and Carley are now over, and Carley's going to leave, too. She hugs me, as if she's about to leave and asks, "Are you going to walk me down?" As she's asking, I'm already replying, "Yeah."
We're walking, and it's really in the morning. So early, that it's still dark. I notice that it's quite cold outside. Carley yawns, "I'm really tired... and I'm having one of those Saturdays."
"What Saturdays?"
"Well... I'm your and Brian's sponsor, so I read everything you write [on Sleepy Seconds], and you both wrote a ton."
"Oh... if it's ruining your day, you totally don't have to read it... it's really only to help you remember, and if it's not fun, it's not worth it."

In Retrospect: I think Guitar Hero came up 'cause I had just played it and I got an email from Brian about playing just before going to bed. Excel came up because I just bought the Excel Bible. This was transcribed from the notebook I keep in my bed. It sleeps next to me.