Everybody at school's getting sick. Including me. =( Darn flu season.

Jimmy got really drunk on Friday and I ended up taking care of him late into Saturday. He was puking and passing out in my bathroom and I had to get my parents up to drag him into my room while he cursed them out for moving him. Some first impression lmao. He was extremely disappointed with himself and embarrassed and kept looking at me and banging his head on the toilet. I tried my best to comfort him and I told him I wasn't disappointed, just concerned. At one point he burst into tears and kept giving me this kicked puppy look that killed me every time. I didn't have time to get upset or freaked out until seven in the morning when I woke up and thought about what happened. I ended up sleeping on the floor because Jimmy took up the whole bed, plus I was kind of concerned he'd puke on me. I tried to stay up as long as I could just in case he threw up again. I didn't want him choking on his own vomit. I ended up crying on his chest because I was so frustrated with the entire night, which eventually woke him up. I felt bad and he felt bad. The entire night he was telling me to yell at him for being so stupid. I couldn't because I was too worried to. The following day, he told me he was glad that I'm not overbearing. I wouldn't yell at him for something he knew that he did wrong. If he recognizes the fault, I accept it and move on. And he did, and I did, and it was really refreshing after that.

Guess it's kinda a double edged sword to know the bartender heh. He started giving him free double shots at some point but Jimmy didn't even notice.