too much champagne. and wine. and cosmo.
my roommate and i, loathe to have a difficult domestic conversation, have blown each other off and are getting drunk in separate locations tonight.
update: the Librarian has not disappeared. he's just been depressed.
(oh, to find the guy whose first instinct isn't to scuttle sideways like a crab in the face of bad feelings...)
guess who hasn't done their taxes, yet?