I apparently made up for my times last week that I didn't drink, last night and I felt it BAD today. I stuck around the house for most of the night too, started working on repainting the bathroom. I went to my favorite bar to close down the night, because I'd been good all night, and who do I find there but my psychotic x-girlfriend. I, of course, tried to be cordial and I recieved the same treatment, but I hear very loudly, no less, how she's hanging out with this guy til sunrise every night, which should be a good thing, but I think she's just trying to make me feel jealous, like I let a good thing go, but I know better, and he'll find out soon enough, unless of course he's as dumb as a box of rocks.
-I know to you, it might sound strange, but I wish it would rain.