Let's call that cruise...a lesson in the golden rule and talking less

And trying not to be absolutely consumed with overwhelming disgust for humanity.

And their gluttony, intense obesity (and shoveling more incredibly unhealthy food in every minute)

Let's pretend I didn't spend the entire time focusing on the total amount of waste a cruise ship creates.

All the photos they take and print daily that no one buys. The mostly unhealthy food, dear god the food.

The towels they treasure even when hung. And fold into animals that are cute but are unusable and then rewashed.

And people not caring and throwing things over the side after carnival made a big ass deal about it. Especially cigarette butts.

Which I have a special hate for

So instead of being relaxed and calm. I drank. More than I should have. Bought as little as possible.ducked all photos from the ship

Tried not to strongly dislike rebeccas parents. Tried not to be lonely as she spent the whole time texting or talking about her new bf.

Tried to just read Island and drink and look at the ocean all day and night. Pretty much the definition of this week.

Me drunk staring at the ocean reading Island sitting next to the railing alone. Yup.

Somehow the prospect of vacation no longer excites me. Because its never good. Ever. It's never what I need. Never stress relief.

And now I have major fucking surgery Wednesday. But I guess I was so overwhelmed by this awful ship, I did think about it less.

/sigh.

Annnnd only message I have from anyone was from the hospital about the appointment I have for Monday for paperwork. Shit.

towels they rewash

I truly wish I could allow myself a much needed vacation. But I'm unsure I can. I worry too much.

I think we can have vacation adventures, I'm usually pretty good at allaying your worries.

This is true. Rebecca is lovely. She's just quiet and very nonaggressive

Where would I be without you? I think dead is the answer.

I need a drunken hooligan pirate on a cruise with me.