because i felt so horrible yesterday i didn't drink much last night. it was alright. would have been better if i wasn't with three wasted idiots.

i thought we were just going out for a few quiet beers... well at 4am they (my brother and his best friend brett and some girl, annie?) were tearing up the dance floor at a nightclub, while i watched from the sidelines. i'm never a dancer, if i'm drunk enough, and a good song comes on i may bust a move, but that is a rare occurrence... anyway i wouldn't have danced last night... i kicked the treadmill yesterday and i broke a toe. yes... i'm a dipshit.

an even bigger problem was that towards the end of the night i ran into c. it was all fine and dandy, we made small talk for a little while and we went our separate ways. then a little later on i saw cameron talking to him. fair enough, over the years they've become friends, they even worked together briefly, so it wasn't unusual. well on the way home cameron mentions that he had a word with c. fuck. he told him that i still loved him. well i'm sure he's aware of that. he asked c why he broke up with me. fuck. c gave the usual response... he's doesn't think he's got anything going for himself and i deserve someone who has more to give. total bullshit. anyway this is all beside the point. the point is i was totally mortified by cameron playing the protective big brother. he's never done anything like that before and c's probably the best of a pretty shitty lot of ex-boyfriends. i would have gone postal on his meddling ass, but i was too tired by that point.

apart from being tired, hungover, sober, pissed off and in pain it was a pretty good night.

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