last night was especially good because I didn’t vomit, call ex boyfriends, or cry about the tigers.
today I’m sad and mopey and stuff because I miss ex boyfriend (the good one) and I’m moderately hungover (shocker) and I kind of hate weekends because it’s a big expanse of time with no structure and I hate no structure.
the problem with having a summer class and getting up at a normal hour and getting home before 2 is that now it’s really not ok to just get dressed and say well I’ve run out of things to do for the day may as well start drinking because now I’m dressed and up and it’s not even past 5.
