Thursday, July 23, 2009

That was a bad call

What kind of loser gets drunk by herself at 11:00 pm on a Wednesday?

Ahem....

My dad would say that it's self-medication because it wasn't a social drinking scene. I can't really remember what I was thinking or feeling before I opened the first bottle, so I can't comment now.

I always expect to feel better when I drink. Every time. And every time, I just end up feeling like I'm covered in muck.

I think that's a sign of idiocy or insanity. Doing the same thing over and over while still expecting different results.

Maybe I'll remember later. I don't think I did anything particularly stupid....

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