It's almost 4am, but I'm still up because I'm a victim of peer pressure and hung out way too late after work. The good thing is that I'm not drunk, just tired, so I won't have to worry about a hangover tomorrow. I've got enough to worry about tomorrow.
Anyway, the reason I'm writing is that I came home with a package at my door. It was a bouquet of roses given to me by a man who I dated for a couple of months over the summer. He treated me better than any man ever has...when he had time for me. Which was the problem. I got the sense that I was low on his priority list, even though when I did spend time with him, he treated me like a queen.
Anyway, he sent me flowers and I cried when I saw they were from him. Even if I'm in no position to date anyone, it's great to be reminded that I'm worthy of flowers.