Well, right now I'm only three sheets to the wind. One more until satisfaction, although I don't feel satisfied. I'm sort of wishing that one was in my bed, lonesome can be so cruel. I have more to drink and the logic follows as such; If I feel too sick I can sleep on the bathroom floor. I probably shouldn't have partaken in this odd drunk fest, but I felt it necessary to enjoy myself. If this were a journal entry, I would state that I would have enjoyed it more if you were here, but I try and not focus on you anymore because it is wrong to put myself through such a stupid cycle. I prefer to rather label this as a log. Sort of like a science experiment. No tubes, burners or beakers, just the thought process behind being almost completely drunk.
There wasn't too much nostalgia tonight, just a need to have a good time. Which can be sort of hard sometimes, as in seeing that I have some sort of weird attachment to a past that I'm tirelessly trying to conquer. The fire was pretty, embers fizzling and popping into a completely black backdrop. *Pause to indulge in a good friend* Back again and ready to indulge whilst watching something. I can;t think of anything else to say right now. G'night.
Well technically morning, but who gives a fuck about the technical shit. :D
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