Went out for one drink which turned into a few more which turned into meeting some other people for a couple more. I'll post about this at some point.
Got out to find a text message from dennyd saying I was too late to talk to him - five minutes after he sent it. Got home twenty minutes too late. It's not fair, and I wanted to talk to him, and I'm going to cry now. And the next bit's in italics because it's irrational - Those of you who would like to latch on to the fact that I mentioned dennyd's name in the context of unhappiness and gloat, feel free.
Food, then tears, then sleep. Tomorrow a lyric meme awaits me - wow, something like that to look forward to, my life rocks so hard, or, er, not.
Later : And tacohell has taken me off her Friends list; I've reciprocated as I'm usually fairly unable to read someone's posts without leaving comments and I imagine this indicates that she doesn't want any contact at the moment.
I respect it but it's such a shame, she's so lovely.
Nevertheless, I've been there myself, so...
Life is not pretty just at the moment. And there's a war on. And I cancelled my meeting with giolla and hell, what if it all ends in the middle of the night and I never got to be friends with him again?
Time to sleep, I think, these thoughts are hopeless and unfounded and, well, silly. And I'm so tired. And besides, it *is* the middle of the night and I'm still here.