"It's 3 a.m. I Must Be Lonely."

Actually, it's almost 6 a.m. and really I'm just up because I can't sleep. Bonus that when I called the "special male friend" at 4 a.m. he was up and willing to talk despite having to work at 9 a.m.-but who wouldn't want to talk to me. I was drunk earlier tonight (the "special male friend" had to deal with me then also-he said his strategy was just getting me into bed), now I'm like 1/2 drunk, 1/2 hungover and wondering if McDonald's is open for breakfast yet.

It's kinda sad that "special male friend" does not have the same ring as "special lady friend." I suppose I could use "boyfriend" but I hate that word, and I'm not willing to switch to the other team just so I can use a cooler phrase-I'd much rather do that for the purpose of pornography. After writing that sentence I'm wondering if I should even drive to McDonald's...Ehh, whatever it's across the street and I know I've driven drunker-as if that is a good excuse. Wow, I know what you're thinking right now...Is this what her internal monologue sounds like? The answer is yes.

Tonight I got 2 drunken IMs from bloggers (well one is an ex-blogger I suppose). And the other wasn't really a shocker.

Seriously what moron didn't put the hours for McDonald's on the website. Now I'm like 3/4th hungover and want the damn hashbrown and breakfast sandwich that I was deprived of the other day.

Whatever, I'm out.