Nov 18, 2006 04:43
Ain't like it will be doing me much good. In the last three hours, I've taken in about three pints of Jager, two pints of Goldschlager, six grams of acetomenophine (six-thousand milligrams for those not playing the metric system home game), and a whole metrick fuckton of spite.
... and I'm sober as Jehova.
This whole massive tolerance to everything needs to end. I need to feel something other than numb. Apathy becomes me, but it's not very becoming and all.