Snail mail

Alright. Alright. Now I'm just being stupid. I'm doing stupid things. I'm drinking a little too much, using the information I know, and sending emails.

I emailed The Married Man. Maybe I should change his pseudonym. Because, again, he's not married. But he is taken, and it is wholly inappropriate for me to email him.

I've got to stop drinking.

And also Google mapping exactly how far he went out of his way to walk me home. Two and a half miles out of his way.