Ready for Lunch

Okay, I have on a skirt and eyeliner and even shaved my legs. My hair is not as cute as it's capable of, but at least it hasn't chosen today to go all Phil Spector on me. I am as ready as I'm ever going to be to meet Brittney. I have been practicing being witty, which resulted in the Butcher asking if I didn't just want him to go and pretend to be me instead. No matter how bad things go, I have one thing going for me: I've never been to rehab, which means, I can rush crying over to Cafe CoCo afterwards and at least one person will be unnaturally attracted to me. Okay, I'm going to pee one more time, then I'm getting out of here.