Ch-Ch-Changes

I got up Sunday morning and crashed on my couch. I was hung over, but refused to take anything for it. I felt like I deserved the pain. I concentrated on last night's events.

I should probably feel embarrassed, but I don't. Andy and I don't have any mutual friends in common and I really don't feel like trying to be friends with him. From the moment I met him, I've been complaining on here that he's a jerk. What happened? Why did I go against my gut?

I shielded my eyes from the sunlight and forced myself to think about the night with Christopher when I ended up drunk in his bushes. I relived every mortifying detail, including trying to take a dog out with a half-full beer can. What has happened to me?

I made a few decisions feeling death take over me on my couch:

• No more liquor. I don't need to spend half of my precious weekend feeling like I do right now. Besides, it's expensive. Beer in social situations only.
• If I have a gut feeling, I'm going to follow it and to hell with the consequences. In my experience, not following my gut yields worse results.
• I'm turning down the next guy that asks me out. Just because. I need to feel in control of things again.
• I'm going to read some self-help books, starting with "He's Just Not That Into You."
• I'm going to post a profile on one of those on-line dating sites and be more active in the dating world and attend some singles' events. Must rope coworker to do the same so I'm not in this alone.

I just got another year older. It's time to make some changes.