because she's drunk, she ends up waking up early the next day (something all people seem do the morning after, for some reason)
she's up at 9 and ends up waking me and my 4 hours of sleep up.
she's soooo much better in the morning, no longer sick or sad or anything. great change from the extreme opposite she was the night prior.
we take a nap at some point, but not a long one. instead, i take her out to the olive garden for a relaxing dinner, then head back to the apt for an early retirement (which, of course, doesnt really happen until 1:30 am, but... hey)
night ends. morning comes. i commute to work, and im here.
story is done.
