And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.

So this girl called me again. At 2:30 a.m. Yes, that post is dated two and a half years ago. No, I hadn't heard from her since then. No, I hadn't met her more than a half dozen times or seriously spent time with her more than once.

It wasn't until about three hours after she passed out and I hung up that I finally remembered who she was and when/where we'd known each other; her drunken explanations for why she called were highly entertaining and interesting but not very factually useful.