Oh, my fucking Lord...

...I think I'm drunk again, and I never intended to be this way.

Fucking Tom and his idea to get Evan drunk. It didn't work because Evan only drank a little wine and we drank a lot.
Too much, me thinks.
Oh my God, and now Even's sleeping out in the living room because I think he is afraid of both me and Tom. That's a damned shame. Even if I was rubbing my toes up his leg earlier.
O_o;;;;
Oh, hell.
I can't even make a coherent sentence.