So after a horrendous 3 days off in which I had nothing to do except dwell on my situation and be bored, I went back to work for 2 days which were exhausting since I’m not used to it yet. Then the weekend was here and it was time for hangout with Gregory. We went to this concert at a vineyard to support his friend’s daughters who were the ones performing. They were young but put on a great show and they are great singers. I always get so nervous when hanging around Gregory just because I feel the need to impress him or something. He’s always accommodating and sweet but I just can’t help but feel that way. Luckily there was wine. I haven’t drank a whole lot since the accident but since I wasn’t driving, I decided what’s the harm in imbibing. Since I haven’t drank in awhile, two glasses of wine really got to me. I hope I didn’t act too embarrassing or didn’t say anything too stupid. After the concert we all went to dinner with the band and their parents. It was a blur and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to have a martini. Once I start, I really can’t stop. Plus it helps me relax when I’m around a bunch of people I don’t know. After that Gregory and I went back to the hotel he booked and I was dead tired. Things got a little sexual though. We didn’t have sex but we did other stuff. This really is a shitty situation because I have a boyfriend but I can’t help myself when it comes to Gregory. He’s my kryptonite and I just can’t help it when it comes to him. I haven’t cheated on my boyfriend with anyone else. Not that it makes it any better. I just know Gregory and I would never date for various reasons and I only see him once every few months so it’s not like a super regular thing. The next day we got up early and he had been wanting me to watch Straight Outta Compton so we ordered it in the room. I never would have watched the movie on my own. It’s just not my thing. But I stuck through it and then we went and had brunch and sort of killed time until we watched ANOTHER movie in theaters called The Green Room. I actually enjoyed that one so it was fun. Then he dropped me off at home and now here I am. I have work tomorrow and supposedly the next few days off, unless they call me in. I’m driving now. Technically I’m not convicted yet so I can still drive until the court reaches a verdict or whatever. At first it was scary because I hadn’t driven in 3 months but it’s kind of like riding a bike. I never hated driving and it never made me nervous before but now it’s kind of like I don’t want to get into any type of driving accident or altercation because it would look bad in court. I do enjoy having my freedom for now. I had a great weekend though and it was nice not having to worry about anything. I don’t think I’ve really had fun since the accident so it was nice to get out and take my mind off everything. My court date is tomorrow but my lawyer is going to try and get a continuance so hopefully nothing too crazy will happen tomorrow. But lately my motto has been, hope for the best but expect the worse. Well, I’m pooped. Even though I had fun, I miss my own bed and not having to wear makeup every second of the day. Time to pass out for a good 9 to 10 hours.