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This last week was one of self-indulgence bordering on the absurd. I found myself going out every night except Thursday, drinking every night I went out except Saturday, and ending up abnormally drunk on two occasions. This extreme reaction is a belated response to the long period of social abstinence wrought by my last boyfriend. I want to be surrounded by others with unusual consistency and ardor. As overly indulgent as this little foray has been, it seems to have revitalized and expanded my social world considerably.

At some point, I loudly proclaimed the masculine similarities between an oversized outdoor grill and a pair of testicles. At another, I terrified an innocent cat by landing my head in her water bowl.

As if alcohol overuse wasn't enough, I can now pretend to smoke fags with all of my (ha) cool smoker friends, and someone has made me a special brownie.

Being terrible at Twister provided the unexpected entertainment of watching (yes, mostly male) friends in compromising positions.

My dreams are frequently disjointed, bizarre. Once there was the nightmare of a boy with an internet girlfriend; he kept a giant white cow with multi-colored painted hearts all over its body in his backyard.

Ridiculous obsessions of course continue for the sheer entertainment of it all, despite the constant intervention of reason.

You might say this has been a very good week. Yes, you might.