I couldn’t have my last words be of drunken caliber. So, what do I do but write an email. Really, seriously? I should be banned from leaving the house sometimes. I garble babble way too much and just talk and talk even if no one is listening but especially when no one is listening.
I really need a distraction from this distraction.
So, completely sober I wrote:
Please excuse that uncalled for text the other night. At the very least I hope you found some humor in it.
It’s a rough weekend when your ex gets married and you feel compelled to drunk text Match dates.
I’m deeply ashamed. (Sarcasm. If it didn’t come across clearly enough.)
Sometimes, I wonder about the level of my sanity.