Make no mistake, I'm a pissed off woman. First of all, Brady acted like a rookie tonight, and I can't understand what the problem was. Second of all, I was totally blown off by NB. So this accumulates to make me a little irritable at this very moment.

Make no mistake, NB and I had been texting all evening long. No, actually it was all afternoon long... I got out of my final at ten in the morning, and I texted him to say I was done. Then I went to my post-finals party with all of my classmates at noon. He and I then went back and forth several times there. And then I went over to the Warren Tavern to meet up with some friends before heading back to his neighborhood. The response at 6:45pm was "I'm here. Your choice." To come over, that is. Yet the text at eight wasn't, apparently, enough to inform him that I was waiting to hear back from him before nine.

So I called at halftime, only to find to find that he was -- Surprise! -- asleep. What the fuck?! And his excuse was "I thought you'd call earlier. I didn't want to keep you from hanging out with your friends."

If I had known there was a time limit on when I could come over, I would have been there well before then. I was with Gina. My brother's girlfriend. We specifically went to the vicinity of his house so that I could leave at halftime to go there. Instead, I had an uncomfortable phone call that ended with him in his own bed, and Gina driving me all the way back up to my house.