Rob is at the US Open tonight, which marks the second time in one week that he has partaken* of the tennis and not invited me.
But I'm not upset, and I will tell you why, people.
Because I have discovered that my happy place is right here, on the couch. Alone. Watching terribly terrible romantic comedies and drinking wine. I have already forgotten all the stressful things that happened today--must be the magical romantic comedy potion.
Even the Republican National Convention, which I DVR'd and plan on watching next, won't be able to ruin this. Famous last words? Maybe, but I'll be too drunk to notice.
Despite my buzz, I can still recall some genius asking the cats a mere moment ago: "Who needs the US Open when you have drunkenness?"**
*Yes, an actual word.
**Also an actual word.
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