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May 30, 2011

It's possible that I had too much wine at the party. But I've also decided that Pastor is a fool for never having food at his house. I firmly believe that I would've been fine if I could have woken up and had eggs and bacon and coffee. But alas, there was just vitamin water and a banana.

My hangover prevented us from hitting up a parade, which I would have felt guilty about, except for the fact that this was the only thing I've done to inconvenience Pastor and one really can't blame a hangover. So I'm at a one in terms of inconvenience. He's probably at a nineteen.

Eventually we left, but not after some light cleaning. Again- Am I not the best non-girl friend in the world? I cooked, I clean, I even made sure that the windows were closed. (which he totally forgot about until we were 30 minutes down the road.)

And I was so excited to be back on the road again, I even bought us drinks. Diet Coke for me. Diet Pepsi for him. Well, actually I bought him a regular Pepsi by accident and had to run into replace it.

There was hand-holding on the ride home and a chaste, good-bye kiss on the lips (yep- four days away and 1 kiss. I'm a slut). So maybe we are dating. I'm hoping that the weekend away was just a big mistake. And it's not the kind of mistake that the results in this ending.

But I also know that something has to change. I can't go through this again.