This morning, I feel like I never went to sleep at all. Drunk's a feeling. Morning after, usually sober. Not today. Kind of wish I was. Kind of wish I had another drink. Don't want to feel like this, though. Is drunk better than morning after drunk? Not sure.
My fingers scan the keyboard looking for the right combination of strokes to portray my madness. Funny thing. I just don't understand my madness. I must be mad.
My hands. Ugly and swollen. Thirsty. Yes. For Water. Soda and Vodka... Good idea?
At least today I am free of obligation. Well, not really. There are things I ought to do. I passed out in a plate of chicken nuggets last night. Honey mustard and all. Not too messy. I dispense the mustard as needed. Crumbs everywhere. If I was sober I'd clean it the fuck up. But I'm not. So I cannot.
Keep on keepin' on.