At least I’m moral?

Despite the fact that I’m drunk, my moral compass still works (even if for the wrong reasons).

My weekend home has been pretty good for once. Left after work on Friday, which was ok except for the fact that they spent over an hour trying for find someone to lifeguard for me so I could get to my actual work. But meh. Life goes on and I wasn’t there too late. Saturday was a late morning but still a good one. I went to see Tim for the first time in like 6 months and we went climbing somewhere in Boston Heights. After I dropped Tim off I went to my dad’s to go to his sisters for a bbq. Too much of my life is now exposed to people who are far too interested, but I at least have several very good leads on finding my sister (at the very least I can hunt down her mother’s family). I drove home from my aunt’s and then out to Marsena’s, and I have to say the valley has a surprising amount of fun bars that aren’t horribly trashy. Suday still to come. I’ll be driving home early to do homework and goto a birthday party.

P.S. This post is taking entirely too long to type (while fixing typos).

**Faces in the dark**

**Whispers in the night**

**Moments lost in time**

**Memories fading away**

**Something never changing**

**Hope forever gone.**