not so bad

In the immortal words of lil' orphan Annie, the sun will come out, tomorrow. Err, today.

After my mini-bender last night - two gin gimlets to my head immediately upon arriving home, followed by four beers and a big ass glass of cheap wine (thanks to T-Dawg for that one!), all on a stomach empty save for the Baby Ruth I called dinner - I'm feeling a bit better this morning. Which is strange, I got home around 2:30 last night and woke up at 7, and I should be hating life right now, but somehow I'm better. My window is transparent again, my view is back, my world has an outside.

Shirking doesn't instill so much self-loathing, today; responsibility doesn't feel so weighty, dreams don't seem so far away and life doesn't seem so closed, or cold, or derisive.

Maybe things are looking up! But then again, maybe I'm just still drunk.

-tn

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