'S Mornin', Running Really Late

Holy F, I just got done updating my profile....and by updating, I mean creating one. I had to cut atleast Half if not more of everything, My favorite movies, music, and books. It'd be nice if they said there was a 600 character limit. Who can limit themselves to that when it comes to those anyway?
Last night was interesting. Friend and I went to a graduation party, I felt horrible for arriving so late then leaving so early, twas all my fault, should be fine though. After that we went to a friends...apparently birthday party, but we though house warming party...woops. Wasn't bad, but I think I made him uncomfortable in his own house because I think he was afraid of offending me somehow. Felt bad again. Then we went up to the store, fine old time, got my shit computer to work the way I want it (thanks joe). Went home, slept.
Morning good morning.
Woke up three hours later to my dad calling me needing me to find him as fast as I could. He'd run out of gas on the bypass and I needed to run the gas can out to him, it sucked, I was groggy. Slept some more, Dan calls. He's going to the gun show today, then joint mother's and father's day gift for his parents - taking them out to eat. He can't do anything tonight. I'm hoping to clean out my car and see a movie, but I'm running ass late, I need to clean my room, instead I'm bloggin. Fuck my life.
Chris just called needing to talk to dad, he sounded unitelligible, possibly at a bar. As long as I don't have to pick him up it's fine by me.