vampirate

Sometimes I wonder if my day-to-day alcohol consumption might be a bit excessive, but then something always happens to remind me what "excessive" really means. Last night I drank so much gin that I passed out face down on the stoop. It's been a while since I've slept with that much hooch in me. Boy, oh, boy.

I don't think I hate myself enough anymore to go running like this. This good for everything except my girlish figure.

Update: Evidently I used the phone from out there, too.