It was a good plan

Okay, so maybe I wouldn't sober up by the time I had to leave for work. I was late on account of I misunderstood what time D would be picking me up, and I had to call him on his cell phone en route and he was kind enough to turn around and come fetch me. I still feel awful about that, but I choose to blame K for telling me that he'd be picking me up at 7:00, when actually he would be picking me up to be there for 7:00. No harm done, I guess. I chattered the whole car ride, of which I remember very little. It seems like we got there entireally too quickly. I was silly and hyper and dancing and singing and basically still inebriated and D was hugely amused by me which is nice because he could have just as easily been pissed off by it. I wasn't worried on account of it not being a scheduled shift, the purpose being to get us caught up on the tasking and not to deal with customers. I expected to be done when the store opened, and I wasn't in uniform. Turns out we open earlier now, and there was so much to do, I didn't finish till 1:00pm instead of 10:00am, as planned. I was wiped when I finished; I'd gotten sober, and was really feeling how I had not eaten since the day before. I was so fatigued I didn't exercise when I got home, and instead have taken it pretty easy. If I wasn't so tired I would talk about last night, but last night will still be there to talk about tomorrow. T'is bed for me.