The End of the Hellacious Week

I have had a really craptacular week. I get in a psuedo argument with my best friend, the guy I have been sorta seeing blows me off (again), my friend from Ireland who was supposed to arrive yesterday arrives tomorrow (thank you British Airways for shaving off 2 days to her vacation) and I did not do as well as hoped on the LSAT. Oh and I got asked out by a former divorce client, which isn't so bad, but I don't want to deal with 3 kids. What is any girl to do? Drink. Whiskey. And resist sending the "WTF" text to the idiot who obviously thinks I am hooked. I have visions of what I will say if he does call. In the meanwhile, I have a career to figure out, an apartment to clean and amends to make. Pass the Makers.