"Alcohol, a party-time necessity"
Alcohol in large amounts depresses me. Naturally, it is a depressant, and although that's not quite what the word means, it is still to be expected; certainly it's not a surprise.
However, just a residual amount, maybe a couple ounces, coming off a buzz: beauty. There's a spring in my step that I enjoy. If I'm thinking sad thoughts, still the spring in my step. Jumbling words? I do it sober anyway, doesn't bother me as much. Same klutzi-ness (actually slightly different, only I would know though. Same amount, same degree, different application. I fuck up with my keys ever so slightly different.), doesn't bother me nearly as much. Dangerous words and a slipper slope I'm sure, but I like this far more than sobriety. Gods, if I thought I could get away with it (sober-living apartment and all) I would get myself a flask like Chris's and just sneak a few swigs throughout the day; that'd be far more enjoyable. Pity. Tonight, of course, I had more than just a few ounces and found myself feeling sorry for myself; I thought of "drunk calling" the ex for a booty call. Doing so is against my better judgement, not doing so is against my self-esteem. It's nearly 1:50 anyway, I won't. Not nearly as fun this way though. There may have been one other thing to add to this train of thought...I forget it. Paragraph.
Tomorrow (today, for those who pay attention to the clock) I see the orchestra. Woo!!! Very happy about this, a bit sullen that I had no date for it though. No one catching my eye lately, I really need to figure out new strategies for meeting people. Silver lining: I called up Lisa, a good friend from high school that I haven't seen in a month or two, and we're going to go see it. Win:win situation: I go to see the orchestra; see it with a lady (something that despite my rebelliousness seems like an event that a man and a woman go to together, not otherwise); I get to hang out and see Lisa, and it's been far too long; Lisa likewise. Her fiance (sp) and one of my very best friends, Justin, is in the Army and out of state, so shee doesn't get to go to these sort of functions, so it should be a special fun for her as well. Once again, woo!
I have a strange red mark on the back of my palm. Looks like a lesion, but a small upturned piece of skin, so I must have scraped it, probably carrying someone to the bathroom :cough:. Hey, glad at least to know where my injuries come from. Last weeks' dancing gave me a bruise on the inside of my knee whose origin is absolutely impossible to divine.
th-th-th-That's all folks!
Alcohol in large amounts depresses me. Naturally, it is a depressant, and although that's not quite what the word means, it is still to be expected; certainly it's not a surprise.
However, just a residual amount, maybe a couple ounces, coming off a buzz: beauty. There's a spring in my step that I enjoy. If I'm thinking sad thoughts, still the spring in my step. Jumbling words? I do it sober anyway, doesn't bother me as much. Same klutzi-ness (actually slightly different, only I would know though. Same amount, same degree, different application. I fuck up with my keys ever so slightly different.), doesn't bother me nearly as much. Dangerous words and a slipper slope I'm sure, but I like this far more than sobriety. Gods, if I thought I could get away with it (sober-living apartment and all) I would get myself a flask like Chris's and just sneak a few swigs throughout the day; that'd be far more enjoyable. Pity. Tonight, of course, I had more than just a few ounces and found myself feeling sorry for myself; I thought of "drunk calling" the ex for a booty call. Doing so is against my better judgement, not doing so is against my self-esteem. It's nearly 1:50 anyway, I won't. Not nearly as fun this way though. There may have been one other thing to add to this train of thought...I forget it. Paragraph.
Tomorrow (today, for those who pay attention to the clock) I see the orchestra. Woo!!! Very happy about this, a bit sullen that I had no date for it though. No one catching my eye lately, I really need to figure out new strategies for meeting people. Silver lining: I called up Lisa, a good friend from high school that I haven't seen in a month or two, and we're going to go see it. Win:win situation: I go to see the orchestra; see it with a lady (something that despite my rebelliousness seems like an event that a man and a woman go to together, not otherwise); I get to hang out and see Lisa, and it's been far too long; Lisa likewise. Her fiance (sp) and one of my very best friends, Justin, is in the Army and out of state, so shee doesn't get to go to these sort of functions, so it should be a special fun for her as well. Once again, woo!
I have a strange red mark on the back of my palm. Looks like a lesion, but a small upturned piece of skin, so I must have scraped it, probably carrying someone to the bathroom :cough:. Hey, glad at least to know where my injuries come from. Last weeks' dancing gave me a bruise on the inside of my knee whose origin is absolutely impossible to divine.
th-th-th-That's all folks!