So, I was all set to have a nice night of drinking. I had some whiskey & coke waiting for me all night. Not an hour into my drinking session, does my psycho of an ex call my HOUSE phone (when she called, it was almost 11pm) in hysterics babbling on about some bullshit that I really didn't care to listen to. So, here I am, half an hour after said phone call, and it's not so much about "fun drinking" anymore. It's more of a "drinking to forget problems" type of drinking, which is no fun.
The moral of the story is, I need some cheering up.
The moral of the story is, I need some cheering up.