I'm a featherweight. No, not a lightweight, a featherweight.
For reasons that are pathetic and irrational, I started drinking wine tonight. Normally, one full normal glass is enough to make me "gabby, grabby and tipsy" (as I already told another cool person). Well, so far I have finished off 3/4 of a bottle of wine and am about to start a second.
What the hell!?
Anyway, I am having a hard time standing, my piano playing is very, very sloppy, and everything is a little blurry.
Tell me again, what's so great about being drunk?
(Ok, this is a selfish, self-pitying posting, but I'm hoping someone can tell me something to make me feel a little less stupid, a little less self-indulgent. But I'll still be stupid and self-indulgent afterwards; I just won't feel as much that way. ;-)
For reasons that are pathetic and irrational, I started drinking wine tonight. Normally, one full normal glass is enough to make me "gabby, grabby and tipsy" (as I already told another cool person). Well, so far I have finished off 3/4 of a bottle of wine and am about to start a second.
What the hell!?
Anyway, I am having a hard time standing, my piano playing is very, very sloppy, and everything is a little blurry.
Tell me again, what's so great about being drunk?
(Ok, this is a selfish, self-pitying posting, but I'm hoping someone can tell me something to make me feel a little less stupid, a little less self-indulgent. But I'll still be stupid and self-indulgent afterwards; I just won't feel as much that way. ;-)
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Hope you enjoy the second one. Take care. Later.