Bad Friend

I forgot one of my closest friend's birthdays.
Worse, I remembered and asked him about it a few days before but then forgot on the day and until days later.
I am a terribad friend.
He deserves better.

Otherwise my week so far.
Monday and Tuesday were both spent at home in PJs.

Today I finally left the house.  I had satay soup lunch in town before my second anxiety group meeting.  I really don't like it, but it was improved by a significant drop in number of people there.

I got home just in time for my ride for dinner and D&D.
We broke tradition and had dinner out,  at Eureka.
I had the pie of the day, it was surprisingly nice.

For some reason my brain decided that only drinking water while around people getting drunk was the perfect excuse to go super weird and fuzzy so I could be just as giddy and useless as I would have been if I'd been drinking.
What the fuck is wrong with my body.

Hours later, after dozing through the whole D&D game, I am still super fuzzy.

Also, after a group therapy session about sleep hygiene I shall be staying up too late watching TV because I feel to weird to sleep.

I am watching an Australian kids show called Itch, it is loosely about science.