The last year ended rather crappy. The new year wasn’t far behind that. This is certainly the last time I’m gonna go to an “event” such as this one.

Step two was way better. Proof for that is the fact that I didn’t get home before 06:00. I was ready to chuck it all at 01:00.

As I said earlier: Step one was worse than staying home, getting pissed and cutting myself up. I’m glad we did step two.

I’d have wanted to spend this night in a different setting with some other people along my side. But that wasn’t to be. Which is sad, and given my track-record, won’t even be a possibility for next time.

I liked both phone-calls, but I’d have preferred slightly different circumstances. I’m happy to know you are good, that you had a great evening. I’m somewhat less happy about other things, but … even though I could potentially do something about that we both know that I do not want to do that.

This entry happens after a bloody lot of C2, so sorry for any offense. I just felt the need to document what happened tonight.

Anyone who reads this, has my number and plans to call me before 17:00: Please don’t! After that I’ll be very happy for any call, and one in particular!

Y’all sleep well, sleep off the drinks.