Then he threw a bread maker over the balcony and all was well with the world

I got angry drunk tonight. No real good reason. Eric and I were stood up (separately, and there were good reasons for both. Still sucks.). We sat on the back deck and drank martinis. That wanting to break things feeling came upon us (pent up something, for sure). Usually drunken Meghan cries when she reaches that. I'm a very tacky drunk.

Not wanting to cry in front of Eric, however, who witnessed many a drunken sobfest last year, I said "I want to throw things." He found me things to throw. They included: a cracked glass. Two overripe avocadoes. An empty bottle of bleach. Finally, a breadmaker that we've been waiting (read: proscrastinating) to get rid of. Being good citizens, we cleaned it up.

I'm loving fall and tights and hugs and sushi and dancing and friends and theatre and embracing my emotional rollercoaster. I'm loving good new music and burritos and bowling and friend dates and talking about farting and sharing giant eggplants and playing hangman in bars and getting A+s and teaching my class and getting involved and two hour interviews and being told I'm bubbly and being called sweet (ha!). I'm loving crying all the time, mostly due to Grey's Anatomy. I'm loving making funny faces and sharing moments with strangers and trusting my abilities and being nervous and being excited and clothing swaps and sleepovers and clean bedrooms and having people wonder about me.

Someone told me something that was very, very important to me. I don't think they realize how important it was. I wish they hadn't said it, because it's going to mean a fall. I can take it. I can take anything, really. Life is just a funny time.