ok. so i wake up. i look at the clock. 2:45 PM? what? (what happened to the clock, man?). oh my. i determine that it is indeed only 8:45 AM, perfectly respectable hour. ok, well, it’s better than almost three in the afternoon, ok? hmm. did i post anything? ahh, song lyrics, that’s ok. hmm. what’s that mess (contents of purse on floor)? oh. right. i went to the corner store for beer. god knows i needed it, huh? so, i check my email. nothing … startling. i check my phone history. oh, man. what a lot of numbers *waves* to people i talked to in 559 area code! i hope i wasn’t annoying!
but i probably was *sigh* i do remember talking to hoopty and having one hell of a hard time enunciating words. and that’s very annoying, talking to people who can’t talk. but, in order for it to have sufficient analgesic properties, booze must be drunk in great quantity. and drink it i did, and i was indeed drunk in great quantity. and i was out of pain, which i suppose is better than out of my mind with pain. right?
i don’t even want to look in my sent items. no. no reason to. not now. maybe i should just delete them, for sanity’s sake. back in the days i used to drink like this on a more regular basis, i would usually have the decency to delete my sent items before i went to bed. it’s been a loooong time since i’ve been that drunk, so i seem to have forgotten some of my old coping skills. which is ok. they are better forgotten.
i think at some point my game plan was to give myself the day off and use up a vacation day and go do dentist things. i should do that then.