A drunken night better than any I have ever known, except for five minutes of pure angst in which my impure thoughts were burned away. I miss my A, and I feel sad knowing I have had this night without him, but I love the menfolk in my life. A and J² who I hope is making up with K^r and J¹ with whom I have spent so much time in the past few days and with whom I just played Nintendo for a few hours. And even Tom, though we have never spoken, and he ran away from me tonight. And I will never speak to him, and I will never make the attempt again.

Drunken blogging is never a good idea, but I will leave this one here. For Mallory, and a wonderful split conversation this afternoon, and John, and an attempt to throw my keys down my cleavage. Doomed to failure from the beginning, because I have no cleavage.