Last night we went to some sports bar, which was fun. I met Joe, who he works with. Basically until it was time to go to bed, everything was fine. I was probably a little drunk and he tried some moves on me and I was pretty much like no. I know right now I can't, that's all there is to it. I can't. Now, I guess, I don't even know what's going on. And I don't want to deal with it. It makes me miss back in the day (which at this point, I believe was a Saturday) when I could call someone and it would calm me down and help me not do stupid things, which I haven't done yet anyway!
Overall, angry about more than one thing.
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