Rocks

A bad fucking night. I've had worse, similar nights, though. Maybe the more of these you have, the easier they get. I had a bunch of vodka and bourbon before I started trying to sleep but now I already feel like I haven't had anything but water. Now I'm just chewing over a certain juxtaposition I noticed a few hours ago and it seems to hurt more with each senseless go-around. It sucks. And I need to be up early to-morrow, too, because not only is it Thursday, but this particular Thursday I've been appointed to fire the maid.

I'm trying a couple things to exercise this little demon. I wrote a three page comic script that I can see even in this state is way too self-pitying and abstract to be decent. There is at least one line I like in it, though, so maybe I'll work with it when I'm feeling less out of sorts.

In the meantime, I'll try to let Aimee Mann sort my feelings for me;