That morning, because I wasn’t paying attention, I exited the development of Green Lane Farms, the wrong way. Meaning I needed to go North, but I took the South exit, putting me even further behind schedule. It was only 3 minutes further, but I was furious and then strangely, I burst into tears. Hiding my late night and large amounts of drinking was becoming harder and harder. I’d even switched to vodka because a fellow partier told me, other people couldn’t smell it the day