whiskey

I don't like whiskey. Someone or other mentioned taking it for colds, and so I have done. Unfortunately, you don't discover quite how drunk you are until like an hour later. I don't like it one bit. I feel completely useless right now. Can't grade. Can't work out. Can't wrap Christmas presents. Can't do anything except sit here and tell God how sorry I am that I drank so much whiskey. I wonder if mouthwash would have accomplished the same thing? It's supposed to help you get better quicker, and I've had a cold for about a week now.

I saw Dan the other night. Do you know, Dan is the only person on this blog (besides Jared, I guess) who doesn't have a pseudonym? Dan is just Dan. I ran into him at a happy hour some of the girls at church were hosting. I made myself be the bigger person and go up to say "hello." And then I got sucked right in and really enjoyed talking to him (because he's such a winsome person). And then, before I knew it, he was excusing himself back into the crowd and I was cursing myself for not leaving sooner. It would have been just fine if I had made my excuses first. As it was, I was rejected by the same guy AGAIN.

I wish I hadn't seen him. It reminded me what a fantastic guy he is, which, given the circumstances, I really don't need to be reminded of.