Yes, little miss gorgeous from the past that had me feeling weird on the inside whenever I saw her was here.

We were both really high and drunk by the end of the night which made it easier to sleep. Still though, I somehow always forget how much harder it is to sleep while sharing a bed. She woke me up once at six, eight, and then the last time at 9:30 saying she felt sick and was going to head back to her place.

I led her to her car and then smoked a cigarette. Afterward I tried to sleep again but couldn't; the pillow just smelled too much like her.

I think we might have made out, but I really don't remember. That could have just been an incredibly vivid dream.

Who knows what the fuck is up, I'm not exactly coherent right now and a cigarette sounds pretty good. Looks like it might rain today.