Okay, I'm a sappy-sap.
Geez! That's what happens with champagne. It goes straight to your head.
While I won't retract my last post, I will say that (for a change) it was better than the usual drunk-dialing that would commence after 10 drinks. I'm not proud of what I wrote last night. I shouldn't have been so knife-in-heart about things, though. In all reality, I haven't done anything to foster a romantic connection between PG and I in a very long time. So I shouldn't be surprised.
But, there's something to be said about a self-placed pity-party. And I guess it was one of those moments of emotional relapse I allow myself every once in a while.
Right. So. Time to get on with things.
And go to work.
My boss calls V-day, "Sham Day". Quite appropriate, considering it was created by a greeting card company.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sham Day, RM. <3