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It may be the 3 martinis in me (still trying to recoup after almost 3 years of not drinking), but I think I'm depressed. I'm not 100% sure, but I think it's a good possibility. I have no interest in the things I used to love, like cooking. All I want to do is run, and this girl doesn't like exercise. Running is the only thing my body has been craving. Not food. Not sex. Not a hot bath. Just booze and running. Shit that makes me stop thinking. We're looking at buying a used treadmill since I can't just go running off down the street with 2 kids.
I've been drinking more than ever's been normal for me. It's not that I need it...I just want it. Once everyone has gone to bed, it's just a way to, once again, quit thinking. Fucking A. I hate typing on a laptop. I'm mid-sentence and next thing I know, my palm hits the mouse pad and I'm erasing a sentence 2 lines up. Fuck me.
I've been drinking more than ever's been normal for me. It's not that I need it...I just want it. Once everyone has gone to bed, it's just a way to, once again, quit thinking. Fucking A. I hate typing on a laptop. I'm mid-sentence and next thing I know, my palm hits the mouse pad and I'm erasing a sentence 2 lines up. Fuck me.