traumarama

it always seems like a good idea before-hand... in that, i am referring to drinking large quantities of beer and staying out on a work night until 2:30. the realization of the fault in that plan only comes when the dreadful sobriety of daylight smacks you in the face leaving a cloudy haze of a bruise on your face that you are sure everyone you meet that day can see.

on top of that, last night was a rather traumatic night out for a while. found out about something that completely threw me for a loop and then some. luckily, S was there to pick me up off of the floor of desperation and panic. thank heavens for S! she simply talked some sense into me, kept the beer flowing and made me forget about it all for a little bit. of course, this morning, it is the first thing on my mind. i can hope i am thinking more rationally than i was last night.

i know you are wondering what the hell i am talking about... patience my dear readers, i need to do a little research before i have the finished story. rest assured, if the fact-checking goes well, this is one story you are not going to want to miss. remember that drama scale i talked about? yeah, this is easily an 11 (scale only goes to 10).

there is someone (gee, take a guess) that may or may not be involved in this whole thing. i severely hope not. if he is, i have lost all respect and every other bundle-wrapped emotion i carry around for him. please, oh please, let me find out that he is not involved. for your sakes and mine. i know you are all tired of hearing about our see-sawed relationship. i can honestly say that this new story may be the fat kid that broke the see saw.