Last night was…hectic. After being ignored and abandoned by my other half, I proceeded to consume two or three crate bottles on top of my bottle of wine and got really fucking drunk. I then spent hours talking to a guy I barely know who sweetly insisted on keeping my hands warm followed by an uncomfortable period of time locked in a car, recalling all the reasons I hate walking in the dark to an old friend, and collapsed onto a mattress fully dressed at approximately 4:30am, with little recollection of what happened in the last few hours. I awoke in a similar state, proceeded to drive home and am now in a bed I never ever want to leave with a cat that potentially has the flu and is sneezing everywhere, with Brand New in my headphones.
