Just got in from work. Kinda. It was for a friend, but took way too long with too many obstacles. Anyway, now I missed my visit to the gym. Not that big of a deal if I had gone yesterday like I should have. I really don't mind working out. But I do get annoyed at those guys who constantly stare at themselves in the mirror, giving themselves the "come hither" look. Oh ya, and they grunt way too much. What the hell is that anyways?!
No real point to tonight's post, too tired to put much into it.
I feel like a drink. I haven't had one since last Saturday. In fact I had many that day. I don't recall exactly how much, but I was told it was 11 or 12 doubles. Whisky, straight, on the rocks. Kind of old fashioned, but it really is the only way to go for me. I did some things that night, call it bad judgment, a brain cramp, or pure intoxication, whatever. But somehow it drained me of $1200 dollars. "Somehow." Like I don't know. I'm a fool sometimes.
Time to crash....and burn?
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