Every time I go through a particularly heavy patch of drinking I always say at the end of it:

“I’m sick of drinking”

or

“I’m done drinking”

Besides making me feel like crap in the morning all of this beer is turning me into a fat ass.

On the plus side, it gives me something to do and loosens my tongue a bit. Lately I just don’t feel like I have anything to say while at the same time feeling too apathetic to say something even if I did have something to say.

As Steve would say – “I’m so EMO!!”

There is something strange about going to bed grinning like an idiot and then waking up feeling like absolute shit. I think I’d prefer a more level approach to life

Well… enough for me.. it’s time to go out drinking again.

Oh, and for some reason whenever I get drunk lately this comes to mind:
–
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight
I’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight
And if I see a pretty girl I’ll sleep with her tonight
And we’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight
–

I’ve got the drinking part down.
One time we **almost** got into a fight.
There have not been nearly enough pretty girls in my life.

I need more of the latter, or some of the former will have to do for now.