Okay, so time needs to go take a fuck and die.

Apparently there is a god, but he's got a funny sense of humor. Dad actually let me have the car for a few hours after church, so I went to go visit Quinn. Anyway, long story short, after hanging out for said few hours, I realized it was twenty after three. Dad wanted me home by three thirty. I was like, "DOOOOOOOOOM." Because my dad is a real asshole when it comes to his van. At this point, Quinn had just gotten out of the shower, and he realized that all of his clothes were down in the washer in the basement- he hadn't put them in the dryer yet. Then it turns out that Jeremy had taken Quinn's laundry money. I was starting to freak because it was getting later and later. Mark and Steve were on the couch watching a movie, and Quinn talked Steve into letting him borrow some clothes. That whole scene was really kind of funny although Quinn was aggravated as hell about it- understandably so.

Anyway, we finally get going, and halfway to Quinn's work he discovers that he doesn't have his phone on him. I'm like, "ARRRRGH! I don't have time to go back for it!" Which I felt really bad about, but it was 3:35 at this point, and I could just see Dad sitting at the kitchen table, ready to explode as soon as I walked in the door.

Dropped Quinn off, drove home, made it into the driveway at exactly 3:59. I walked into the house- no one's around. Check the living room- there's Dad, asleep on the couch.

ASLEEP ON THE FUCKING COUCH. HE'S STILL- AS OF THIS ENTRY- ASLEEP ON THE GODDAMN COUCH.

Which means I didn't have to rush, which means that I could have gone back for Quinn's phone, which means it's my fault if he can't get ahold of a ride home tonight.

I feel really, really horrible now.

DOOOOOOOOM.

Okay, so time needs to go take a fuck and die.

Apparently there is a god, but he's got a funny sense of humor. Dad actually let me have the car for a few hours after church, so I went to go visit Quinn. Anyway, long story short, after hanging out for said few hours, I realized it was twenty after three. Dad wanted me home by three thirty. I was like, "DOOOOOOOOOM." Because my dad is a real asshole when it comes to his van. At this point, Quinn had just gotten out of the shower, and he realized that all of his clothes were down in the washer in the basement- he hadn't put them in the dryer yet. Then it turns out that Jeremy had taken Quinn's laundry money. I was starting to freak because it was getting later and later. Mark and Steve were on the couch watching a movie, and Quinn talked Steve into letting him borrow some clothes. That whole scene was really kind of funny although Quinn was aggravated as hell about it- understandably so.

Anyway, we finally get going, and halfway to Quinn's work he discovers that he doesn't have his phone on him. I'm like, "ARRRRGH! I don't have time to go back for it!" Which I felt really bad about, but it was 3:35 at this point, and I could just see Dad sitting at the kitchen table, ready to explode as soon as I walked in the door.

Dropped Quinn off, drove home, made it into the driveway at exactly 3:59. I walked into the house- no one's around. Check the living room- there's Dad, asleep on the couch.

ASLEEP ON THE FUCKING COUCH. HE'S STILL- AS OF THIS ENTRY- ASLEEP ON THE GODDAMN COUCH.

Which means I didn't have to rush, which means that I could have gone back for Quinn's phone, which means it's my fault if he can't get ahold of a ride home tonight.

I feel really, really horrible now.

DOOOOOOOOM.