Under the Influence

Today, I had a bath, washed my hair, brushed my teeth, half cleaned the bathroom, half cleaned the kitchen (need to do the floor), did my hair, and bought a bottle of  juice, a packet of fags and some crumpets. Whilst saying I'm proud of my achievements is a bit of an overstatement (is that a word?), I am glad that I did it. And a bottle of juice later, I've sent a text to a guy who I am supposed to be seeing, actually two texts. And guess what? Neither have received a reply. I know I did my disappearing act, but if he isn't interested anymore then he should say so. I mean I am craving social interaction and if he doesn't want to provide it there is balding Tuesday's date with destiny. I know I'm a lil' tipsy (unfortunately it takes more than a bottle of juice to get me dhappy), but tomorrow's option is looking more inevitable. I know it's probably not right for me, but I want some fun. Ooooooh what to do? I wish I could claw back the texts, however it's a pointless wish. What's done is done. I'll have to live with it. Rejection is a bitch. Black Keys give me some comfort please or at least some reassurance that I'm not alone.