No *Really* I've Got It All Figured Out

I'm in another woman's bed, but she's not here. I've got a Collie mix a house cat and a deaf Chihuahua though, which has to count for something.

It's late, and I should be asleep, but I just got out of the shower and I still haven't washed off the day. Work felt bad and then came the phone call from the woman I've started seeing. She was calling from the backseat of a police car, hand cuffed behind her back (no idea how she was able to work the phone), still incredibly drunk and possibly even blacked out. They told her she rolled her car three times on the highway somewhere north of Los Angeles. Her nose was broken. She doesn't remember.

As my passive aggressive friend so astutely put it (being snide and insulting was her way of telling me she was upset because I forgot her birthday), "You sure can pick 'em".

Yeah, well, I knew getting involved with a woman two weeks after her separation from her husband didn't sound like a good idea. I just couldn't put my finger on why.

Oh, yes. There it is. Thank you.

I may not have learned how to prevent myself from getting into trouble well enough yet, but I sure as hell have gotten a lot better at getting myself out of it. I think we're cutting her off. Gently, and with a promise of sober friendship, cutting her off.

And how was your day?