I flipped out yesterday, and called Steve up bawling and told him everything, including the drunken hookup with M right after we broke up in the begining of summer. I don't know if I should have, he's not my boyfriend, anymore, but we're something, or we were, he says he doesn't think that he thinks any differently, but then again it hasn't sunk in yet. Then he had to go to a meeting and before he hung up he told me that he loves me. I hope he still does.

I went to the house again for another party last night, I had told Steve I wasn't ever going to drink again but after talking to my room mate about it we both decided that moderation is best, especially with my addictive personality that swings from one extreme to the other. I stopped at two beers and declined when offered more. I was sooooo tired, I had only had two and a half hours of sleep the night before, and no naps during the day, so I ended up passing out all cuddled on the couch at around 10.30 and slept through the whole party! And now I have homework.