That's what happens when you go to work all day (on your day off!) and have a meeting on Capitol Hill in the middle of it, and then are unexpectedly asked to cover the front desk at the end.
Then I went out with Tyler on what I thought was a date but turned out to actually not be a date....yeah, it doesn't really make sense to me, either.
While I'd love to type it all out now, I've been up for almost 20 hours now (because this is actually being written at 2 am), and the roommate just got back and wants to go to bed, and I want to go to bed.
So yeah, that's the teaser for tomorrow. When is a date actually not a date? And why are boys so darn confusing?!
I have plenty of thoughts on that coming... :) Yay for finally being a "normal" (and I use the term loosely) 20 year old girl.
Sheesh, leaving us with a cliffhanger. lol. :)
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