Because I decided the previous night not to come in to work before noon, I feel almost rested when I wake up at my 10am alarm. I also definitely feel slightly hungover, as the choices I made the previous night trample damage to the next morning. Hungover but without regrets.
The previous day I learned that my ex printed out my break-up email and heavily redacted it to make "blackout poetry", where the only remain text ran in a down-leftward diagonal to read "I don't feel sorry", posting it to Instagram and Facebook, and I am sure it was intended to malign me. That's fine. I choose to read it as her saying that she does not feel sorry, and that would not surprise me. This event is part of why I am hungover today. But I also got to hang out with Meredith, who I so rarely get to see even though she is one of my best friends, and that was another part of why I am hungover today, because drinking Belgian ales with friends is a thing I enjoy doing.
For breakfast, I have butter coffee again. I believe it is enough.
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