Long story short, it is noon on Saturday and I am home alone, fatigued, and numb, but nevermind all that because I made the very intelligent decision to enjoy my alone time by drinking rum all day. It's the only thing I've looked forward to so far today. My goal is to get so drunk I can barely move, drunk until I my words slur and I am no longer able to type, feel, or think. I rarely drink, so it shouldn't take much, but I've got white wine if the rum runs out, assuming I'll have enough coordination to remove a cork. I have some pretty good nyquil too, but that would make me sound unstable, so nix that idea I guess. Escapist? Me?? Never. I'll keep you posted on my progression of drunkenness throughout the day. Love you.
11:57 a.m. - 2008-11-15