called home and dad is slurring his words, home alone on a friday evening at 8. Especially infuriating because he seemed so happy all week. Are we supposed to be around him always so he won't? Ugh. i played along talking about happy things for a while-he is a cheerful drunk -but eventually just got sick of it and after asking him to confirm he'd been drinking and wasn't, I don't know, having a stroke, I just said I'd talk to him later. Am I a buzzkill? Or a hypocrite? Maybe...I drink. A lot. But not like that, every day, alone. And the more I see him like that, the less i drink.

9:07 p.m. - 2017-05-26