The last time I saw her, I think I was busy hacking my guts up into her toilet. Ashamed and tired, I retreated out of there in the wee hours of the morning, and I haven't seen nor spoke to her since. Not much has changed for me since then, whilst all the while everything seems to have changed for them. I try not to think of that too much. I'm supposed to have drinks with them tomorrow. I'm just a little bit anxious. (Oh, and shout out to Elliot-man for being there when I needed him, so many years ago. Kinda wish he was flying wingman with me now.)