post st. patrick’s day hangover

i worked at home for an hour or two last night while drinking a little jack & water. after commencing work and developing a decent buzz, i pulled myself together, changed outfits 3 times and did my hair twice…then put my original outfit back on which included a hat. we cabbed to the burgundy room. the rest of the evening is blurry, but here are some things that i was told happened:

-i was drunk.
-i told dudes that i fuck Lydia (which i don’t and never have). lydia -a pretty quick thinker- instead of getting mad, agreed but proceeded to tell everyone that i have a really small dick.
-i tried to make out with ex-wo. my ex-girlfriend is staying at our house, and apparently last night i tried to put moves. i debate this one.
-i have an estranged credit card. who knows…

i don’t want to be at work right now. i just want to sleep. lydi is in SF with ex-wo for heather’s art show. searc is in tahoe for something that has to do with hotel design. i have the house to myself. i want to be there sleeping. fuck.