my dad drank too much and got really sick. he went to bed about an hour ago. he fell asleep and within half an hour was puking his guts up. he tried to get up to go out to the bathroom but he fell on the way out the door. he then tried calling to my mom but she couldnt hear him because she was in the kitchen with the door shut and the music was really loud. so i phoned her and told her he’d gotten sick and she needed to come out to the bedroom. she came out and changed the sheets and wiped up the mess off of the floor. he kept apologising and saying he’d drank too much. he usually can only drink four cans of beer, tonight he’d had 7. so no wonder he got sick. i felt sorry for him. getting sick is not fun. and my poor mom had to clean the mess. i felt sorry for her too. i would not have wanted to do that. he’s gone back to sleep now. moms still up and one of my aunts and my uncle are still here. i just went to the kitchen and made a cup of tea. its 2:30 AM now. i wonder what time they’ll leave at. it should be soon I’d think. im not even tired. i’ve been messing around online for the past little while. not sure if i will even try to sleep tonight, i may not.