Last night I was fucking hammered. I got home, but it was ugly.
It always is.
I’m seeing everything in triplicate and the carbon is staining the periphery. They used to use lead in carbon copies. Then they fixed it, but lots of them were radioactive.
My cousins have a beautiful and fascinating counter top with one zoned Uvarovite crystal right around where my eggs were sitting. It’s a beauty and distracting. But it’s just a counter top. I pored over it for hours, like a crazy person.
My body is one big ball of hurt right now. It’s all burning and aching and half used up. I’m supposed to go out again tonight, but I may not. It will be insisted upon. And I will refuse. And it will be more insistently demanded. At some point I must think of my liver, about the size of a quarter and weighing thirty pounds at this point.
your other organs are going to stage an intervention for your liver shortly. be sure to swallow a small video camera… that’ll make some great reality tv…
Comment by daisyfae — November 9, 2009 @ 9:50 am |
The strategy at this juncture is to choke down a load of ginger tea and not puke all over my desk.
Comment by Casey — November 9, 2009 @ 10:06 am |
Slow and steady.
Comment by Essentially Me — November 9, 2009 @ 7:43 pm |
Slow and steady drinking over the course of the last two weeks is what got me here.
Comment by Casey — November 9, 2009 @ 9:30 pm |
Your liver has the miraculous power of regenerating itself and you’ll have plenty of time to be sober wen you’re dead. Remember, nobody likes a quitter. Cheers!
Comment by jenni — November 11, 2009 @ 7:36 am |
That would be “when” not “wen.” Eh, screw it.
Comment by jenni — November 11, 2009 @ 7:37 am |
Mine especially. Luckily, I think my time of binging has drawn to a close.
Comment by Casey — November 12, 2009 @ 10:58 am |