Not The Favorite
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I've Said It Before But...
I went out this past weekend and only wanted to have a couple of beers and go dancing. Puhlease, like that happened. I have no idea how many I had at the bar, not a clue. Not even an inkling of how many. I really hate it when that happens because the next day, I feel like crap and a bad mom because I can't bring myself to get off the couch, let alone play with Lauren.
So, I'm done. I don't even really like the taste of liquor, the bar scene blows and my body just can't deal with it anymore.
That and a few things happened that I'm really, really, really hoping were a bad dream. Really hoping.