whatever has become of me? far worse than realizing the way my hangovers seem to lurk in my veins far longer than they ever have, i begin to fear that i no longer am able to stay in my own head when i'm in my cups, as it were.
perhaps i should just stick to pharmaceuticals.
but the 'my so called drinking game' was an absolute panic. worth the moment of deep despair that came at 6:30 this morning when i understood completely what i had done. i may have od'd on nostalgia a little, but i think by dinnertime i'll remember what decade it is and everything will go back to normal.
thank you 1995 for giving the world angst and desperation and boys with emotions underneath their disdain.