Friday, May 30, 2008

Chemical Dependency

I feel like I should have a motherfucking PhD in this...sorry...channeling Ari Gold there  a bit. But it is a Friday night, I'm at home, having guzzled a pizza and currently two thirds of a bottle of wine wishing I had some maryjane growing on my balcony for the pickings. In my defense I worked a hell of a week and I feel like I've been gangraped by a bunch of silverbacks (more Entourage references).

A fucking week of putting out fires and getting my head bitten off in the middle of it. Add to that a distinct lack of sleep, mental angst and other shit. That I need to get on seventh heaven in order to get to sleep is causing me some concern. Grape nectar is a poor second choice, for one thing it gives me a blinding fucking headache the next morning but what to do eh? Of course a night of alcoholism, some groping and maybe a bbbj might put me to sleep. But then there's the lack of mojo, the lack of energy and the issue of the girl (as much as a dead end that is right now).

I'm fucked...

But at least I'm high...

3 comments:

rasti said...

You know one err, solitary pursuit that always puts me out is reading without my glasses.

I know.

It's pretty nerdy but the strain on the eyes really does me in. I believe we're coming to a point in our lives when we can actually admit that out loud? Maybe just me?

N said...

Reading without glasses just gives me a headache...not to mention confusion regarding the contents of the book:)

Sabby said...

"two thirds of a bottle of wine" couldn't put you to sleep??! Talk about alcohol tolerance.

=)