Sick, tired and business as usual

Going back a few days:

Saturday
Went to the mall to wait for DS to get off work so I could pick up his truck. I'm on the bus, heading down one street. The driver lets off a guy, and as he's pulling away from the curb a man from the back yells for him to stop, there's a man beating up a woman behind the statue. Everyone is looking, trying to see what's happening but the statue is blocking our view.

The driver is debating whether to stay and wait or drive away when we all see this small woman dart out from behind the statue and book it down the street, a scuzzy-looking guy running after her. At first it looks like they're running together, trying to get somewhere quick, but he grabs her, she wrenches away and keeps running.

Then, as the driver starts driving again, clearly conflicted as to what he should do, the guy grabs the girl, pulls her inbetween two houses and hits her face, but she manages to smack him and get away. The man who first noticed them is on the phone with 911, describing what's going on and trying to get the driver to stop. The girl, meanwhile, is ringing doorbells hoping someone will let her in, the guy skulking behind her, waiting to see where she goes. We lost sight of them but I hope she's ok.

I feel horrible that I didn't do something. I had nowhere to be, I should have gotten off the bus. Maybe if someone had intervened he would have backed off. I don't know.
It pisses me off and gives me a sick feeling in my stomach when I see, or even think, about that kind of shit going on. Why was he doing that? What gave him the right to smack some woman around? The world is horrible.

So after that horrible incident, I went to pick up DS and his truck. LOVE this truck. I need one. Dropped that off at his mom's, and then headed over to his friend's place for a party. I was nervous at first because I knew no one, but it was a lot of fun.

Around two, I noticed DS was nowhere to be found. I am ashamed to say that I was a little worried. The thought crossed my mind that he was somewhere with someone else, and thinking about it now is embarrassing. Fuck.

Well, he wasn't anywhere but passed out on the couch. I tried to get the motel key out of his pocket because I wasn't sleeping the floor. He woke up, though, and somehow (unexpectedly) we had sex on the floor. It was really good, and when we finished DS looked over at the other couch and said, "Is someone on the other couch?"
His poor friend Mike heard the whole thing. Also ended up forgetting the condom wrapper on the floor.

We walked back the motel, fucked again, passed out, woke up, realized I had forgotten my phone at the party, DS bought my breakfast and then I went to work.

Sunday
Madonna's 50th birthday drag celebration at Reflections. All the Madonna music and drag queens one can handle! Who went with me? Why none other than Mr. DS. Wow, we spend a lot of time together. I saw Elle who looked SO tired; I hugged him on our way out and told him to take care of himself.

Tuesday
Went to see Tropic Thunder (again) with (oh, you can guess) DS, then out for beer, back to my place for the best fuck to-date. My face went numb.

So, to recap, everything is the same.