Oh alcohol, you delicious depressant
I went out last night with some of my favorite people and had a really fun time. However, it would seem that a bowl of soup + 4 glasses of wine = not enough food and wine hitting me way too hard. I came home and fell into a very dark mood. I concluded that I am a complete loser, unloveable and undeserving of anything good in life. I know, right? Me unloveable? Preposterous! It was epic self pity. I don't drink nearly as much as I used to and got whopped upside the head by it last night. I'm feeling much better now. My self-loathing sessions are thankfully brief.