Thinking.........sinking.....feeling........drinking.....deciding.......wondering....falling........more drinking........depressing..........worrying........fretting.........dessicating (I feel like a coconut)....
Then again, maybe tomorrow will bring sobriety and peace, although it will probably bring sobriety and angst. I'd settle for love an laughs.
The milk of human kindness?............It's trapped in the coconut!
This daylog was brought to you courtesy of Prozac, Bacardi Gold and Sleep Depravation.
Addition 06 December 2002. Noding while intoxicated is a seriously fucked up thing to do,