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so i just got off work, went to the bar next door. downed three shots of southern comfort and came home. my belly burns, it's great. i invited andy to come with me, but he drank the night before and probably would have gotten in trouble with his wife for drinking two nights in a row. he is a fairly belligerent drunk, so he has said. i, on the other hand am a happy, lovey little drunk. i laugh a lot. my cheeks are pink already, it's actually kind of cute. work was terribly boring. the price of three soco shots is $7.50. the immediate gratification: priceless. i am a light weight, and my tolerance is lowered even further by my meds. oh beautiful drunkenness. eia gave me these two bracelets today, one is orange and one is white and blue. i love them. i just took a slew of pictures of my happy little face. i passed up spending time with mom to stay at home and be drunk, i feel kind of bad about that. but i really wanted a drink. she is worried that i am going to become an alcoholic. our family has a tendency toward addictive behaviors. i don't know, i'm just having fun. nothing wrong with that. i feel so pleasent right now, i wish i had someone to hug. my desk is littered with candy wrappers. mmm...candy. i hope joe calls tomorrow. i really want to talk to him. i am so lonely. i have tomorrow off, my only plans are a laundry date with my mom at around four. le sigh. i have no life, i swear. i only go into work to eat alone when i feel like shit. normally i make fun of people that spend time at work when they are not working. i was in there twice on thursday. i hope i don't go in tomorrow. i left a note on the soda machine, it may piss someone off. but they are pretty hard headed, so it probably won't even sink in. my head feels heavy. i don't know, don't ask me. i better stop typing now, before i say something inappropriate.