A short entry which is really just one long sigh.
SIGH.
I won't be able (well, able, but it would not be wise) to drink again this St. Stephen's. That makes me quite sad, as I really enjoy tossing down glass after glass of hot cider and mulled wine while listening to a decent Irish band or two saw away on instruments while I drink myself into debt and a slight stupor.
Seriously, though, I miss that kind of warmth that would just cause pain now.
Actual, stabbing pain.
Fuck the human body.
That's all.
I won't be able (well, able, but it would not be wise) to drink again this St. Stephen's. That makes me quite sad, as I really enjoy tossing down glass after glass of hot cider and mulled wine while listening to a decent Irish band or two saw away on instruments while I drink myself into debt and a slight stupor.
Seriously, though, I miss that kind of warmth that would just cause pain now.
Actual, stabbing pain.
Fuck the human body.
That's all.