tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday

sometimes, when i wake up with a hangover as nasty as the one i have today, i wonder if a have a drinking problem. i remember snippets of the previous night, wince at some memories of my word vomit and ranting thoughts, as well as my complete innapropriateness, and make a vow never to drink that much (at least during the week) again.

then someone calls with plans for tonight, and i start the cycle all over again. they also remind of something else i may have said or done, and my cheeks flush to match my magenta shirt.

maybe elba was on to something when she said we should stop drinking in '06.