I may need to look up the official definition of “two drinks,” because I’m pretty sure it’s not the same as a martini, three screwdrivers, and an ordered-but-untouched last-call beer.

But there was some drama (same as always…), though not much–but I needed a bit of that. Will the drama continue tonight during my drinks with IB? Seems pretty freakin’ likely. But I need to get to work if I want a guilt-free night….

(I can’t believe how decadent it feels to be going out two nights in a row…if you’d known me any time before this year, you’d realize how totally bizarre that is.)

OK. I have to do some work! Nobody blog anything interesting today!