(And wow with the words right in front of me it really does sound ridiculous. Awful, but also ridiculous. I hate to sound all Rick Castle, but seriously there's no way I'd ever write that. Noone would have any sympathy for such a sucky boyfriend character, it's like a cardboard cutout cliche of craptasticness. What, that's totally a real word.)
But I think I've got it down. A day of shock and sympathy and a night of amazing food (and pie! Naomi bought me pie!), beer and the How I Met Your Mothers where Lily and Marshall are still broken up. Next a night of sheer fun and pleasure (and happy, happy dancing), then spending today in a hungover daze swearing I'm never drinking again.
I think I'm going to be just fine.
The sun came out today!Mmm, John Fogerty makes me happy.
We're born again, there's new grass on the field
A-roundin' third and headin' for home- it's a brown eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel!
Also, mostly unrelatedly, I have a reawakened crush on Leo D'Amato (played by Max Greenfield) from Veronica Mars. Is that weird? I think it's the smile mostly, this picture just makes me want to beam back at him.