I broke my drunky bone.
So...I don't think I can get drunk anymore. I'm pretty sure this is psychological. For the past couple of weeks, I haven't felt like getting drunk. Which is fine, because I generally enjoy having just one or two beers and hanging out. Then I started not wanting to drink anything at all. So I didn't. Then yesterday, I was feeling a little frustrated with life and decided I wanted to get drunk later that night. So Charles made me a Witty Chuck with 2 shots of brandy in it. I nursed it for about an hour and then decided I didn't want any more to drink. I went home and watched Rachel and her friends play Scrabble until I started to feel tired and antisocial. So I went to my room and got high and went to bed.
It's not like it's a bad thing, really. I had been getting bored with being drunk every night anyway. And it's healthier for me to drink less...or not at all, as the case may be. It's just kind of puzzling. Especially because I'm not in a fantastic place, mentally, and I'm admittedly a pretty big self-medicat-er when things aren't going well.
I've been sleeping really poorly as well. I go to bed and it takes me like an hour to fall asleep. Then I wake up every couple hours until around 6 a.m. when I start waking up about every 45-60 minutes. I'm so tired by late morning that I end up staying in bed 'till like noon or one in a weird pseudo-sleep that consists primarily of me tossing around and barely dozing for several minutes at a time. And it makes me kind of mad that I waste so much of the day like that.
In other news, I've been guitaring a bit more, which makes me happy. Charles and I are supposed to start jamming with this drummer from Charles' poetry workshop group. So that should be a solid venture.
Anyway, I should probably go grocery shopping while I still have the motivation. And hunger.
Thought provoking quote of the day:
"You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me"
-Guided By Voices
It's not like it's a bad thing, really. I had been getting bored with being drunk every night anyway. And it's healthier for me to drink less...or not at all, as the case may be. It's just kind of puzzling. Especially because I'm not in a fantastic place, mentally, and I'm admittedly a pretty big self-medicat-er when things aren't going well.
I've been sleeping really poorly as well. I go to bed and it takes me like an hour to fall asleep. Then I wake up every couple hours until around 6 a.m. when I start waking up about every 45-60 minutes. I'm so tired by late morning that I end up staying in bed 'till like noon or one in a weird pseudo-sleep that consists primarily of me tossing around and barely dozing for several minutes at a time. And it makes me kind of mad that I waste so much of the day like that.
In other news, I've been guitaring a bit more, which makes me happy. Charles and I are supposed to start jamming with this drummer from Charles' poetry workshop group. So that should be a solid venture.
Anyway, I should probably go grocery shopping while I still have the motivation. And hunger.
Thought provoking quote of the day:
"You could never be strong
You can only be free
And I never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me"
-Guided By Voices