April 7, 2004
The urge to get blasted itches me to shower and shave. What if tonight is the miraculous evening where a woman shows up at the bar? Yeah, what if it rains beer? What a pointless evening. A Wednesday, the weather is shitty, partly blustery with a chance of drizzle. I will stay indoors and pretend that doing something constructive is as entertaining as losing my mind. Or maybe I'll slip out and sit on a barstool wondering what the hell planet I wormholed to at the foggy intersection. The lesser of two evils: sobriety and tedium or inebriation and lethargy.