Any Sense at All @ Tuesday, Dec. 02, 2003

Some nights are so fucking hard to get through.

No one likes to see an ex fondle someone else.

I faced it like a trooper and killed them with a kindness that stunned. Drinks later I found myself crying on the couch, mentally fucked, full of regret, and comforted not so well by a coworker who left soon after so I could sleep alone.

More explaination later...I'm still in some strange intoxicated state of mind and nothing I've done today makes any sense at all.