Well well!! It’s that time of the day (nearly 3:30 p.m. EST) where I have to scan the drunken text messages and emails I wrote in the middle of the night to gauge how bad the damage is. . . .
I am not a mean drunk! I am not even a mean sober. By “damage” I am referring to sentimental reminders that I sometimes give people when I’ve had a few too many beers I bought from the gas station. You know? I tell people I care about them and that they are welcome in my home at any time, but maybe that’s kind of annoying sometimes.
As I read these now I realize that in all the many ways these things can go, last night was pretty god dang OK. These were two-sided conversations. They were pure and beautiful. Yes yes~~