I used to feel like this every single day... I guess I still do, but I don't drink enough to get hungover anymore. It's more of a choice to tune everyone out...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ51BNYXbV4 I am such a silly bastard. But I do enjoy this feeling of smiling like a complete idiot.
My dad gave me a journal that used to either belong to him, or Martha. It's something oddly special to me. The cover is a simple brown leather with the word "Journal" embossed lightly on the cover. The pages are old and they are lined with that gold trim that you would see on a holy document. I know that at some point it held some powerful words and emotions, and I hope that it can do the same for me.
I just need to find a pen that I like to write with.