And my stomach is sick, and it's all in my head...

[aimlessthought]

Alcohol is not the answer.

Well... sometimes it is. For me, at least.
Don’t get me wrong, I still feel like shit. But at least it’s no longer a mental torment, but instead simply more of a general hangover.
I know, I know. Things are going to catch up with me, bite me in the ass. And things were probably more trouble then they were worth. And I’m fucking insane. But hey...
We all go a little mad sometimes.
I just wanted to do something, you know...
You know?
Let’s just break it down... (The last week that is, going into the weekend.)

- I was in a play no one really knew about. It went swimmingly: +
- Cast party. Depressing, but there were blueberry margaritas: -/+
- My brother got engaged: +
- Said engagement forced me to realize how painfully alone I am: -/-
- Saw The Corner. It was lovely: +
- Party: ...+
- Vodker: ...
- Realized that I’m quite the affectionate lush: +/-
- But hey, I’m just all about the love: +++
- Vodker: ---------------- (---)
- Unsaid circumstances. Too bad I’m a peaceful person: -/-
- Developed quite the “crush” on who’s behind door number two: +?
- Hang over, shmang over: -x3

Ah, I never drink. And it shows.