Game was uneventful. We won, I think.
Went to Chilis. I had to be convinced, and I'm sorry I went. I did not want to be around people. I had a sudden urge to be very very alone, but Liz whined about being left alone with Michael and Emily, and since no one deserves to be put through that, I finally went. I sat there shaking and trying not to throw up the great quantities of nothing in my stomach at the fumes from the food all around me. They talked about something-or-other, I wasn't really listening to most of the chit-chat.
Emily has a fucked up life. And with the notable exception of Michael, she is an asshole magnet.
Emily is also somewhat influencing Michael. Trying not to love him should get a helluva lot easier once he picks up on more of her mannerisms.
I bolted as soon as possible. Waited just long enough to stop shaking, then drove home. I think I'll go lie in bed now. I'm not sleepy, but I'm very, very tired.