Am fighting hangover as spent a good part of the day drinking bloody marys with gal pals.
Must add that not 15 minutes after previous confession of insanity, J did call. Not only did he call (good) but wanted to get together (very good). Though we are not acutally “dating,” did feel compelled to kiss him when he dropped by. Couldn’t be helped. Simply adore kissing him and since I have gone so long without doing so, felt that had I earned it.
