Add It Up

No, not the Violent Femmes song, although that could also apply.

The ex came into work last night and ended up running into a friend of his and so stayed for a bit. Fine. No big deal. Except that it was the longest time I'd seen him in quite a while and did a bit of a number on me. Why aren't we together? I'm not really sure. I started to miss him a lot.

I already had plans for after work but they ended up including rather more alcohol than I probably really needed.

2 beers. 5 champagne cocktails. 1 shot of stoli.

I mostly blame the champagne.

Hung over, I definitely am, but this is attempt two at the day and I've already taken advil and drank two glasses of water when I woke up the first time a few hours ago.

I had fun last night and managed not to think too much about the ex. Which is a good sign, I'm sure. Still, we have tentative plans to do something Saturday. The whole staying friends thing and all. We'll see how it goes, I guess.

Also, I hate when you're sitting at a bar, clearly alone, clearly reading a book, clearly not interested in conversation and someone keeps talking to you.