You know how i was talking about how i need a jackhammer to loosen me up a little? Well, i found my jack hammer. It's name is jim bean. And it is good. And Kate loosened up mightily when she did imbibe of that holy juice that is bourbon, and the sun shone done upon the valley in which she had descended, and her spirit was lifted, and it was good.

Rationality is giving way to recklessness. Some fraction of me wishes i gave a damn. A greater fraction doesn't give a damn that i don't give that much of a damn.

Regret of an experience isn't always that bad though. At least you can say you've had AN experience. You've done something. I'm not just mooching in a void filled with sourness and dust. There's probably some flaw in this philosophy, but i choose to overlook it. Just let me live man! Just for a bit. When you drink, you accumulate a worry debt. Sure, worry can descend like an avalanche later, but for a brief space of time, you're free from all that shit. So yes. Give me that.

Heehee, i've had a couple tonight, that's why i'm not worrying about posting this!!! AHAHAHAHAAHA logic, logic...