I get so tired of writing about the antics of Nabal... My girl has what it appearing more and more to be the flu. Nabal called from the store this evening to see if she needed anything from the store she told him night time medecine. Oh...like NyQuil. When he got home he was odiously drunk. Once it got late I asked her if he'd given her the medicine. Nope! Hadn't bought a thing. He's the one who in his quest to sleep when he isn't drinking. He was too drunk to help, to remember, to care.
I want to know why he walks around sounding slury drunk acting like a drunk, yet gets on the phone on one of his soap boxes and when talking to his church folks sounds sober. He hangs up the phone and is back to sloppy drunk. It's all a game to him. I think he 'acts' so sloppy drunk so he can try to get handsie and act dumb about it. I'm just tired of it all... Gotta remember all his week's foolishness. I just haven't felt like thinking o him at all when I didn't have to.
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