Jumping Jews for Jesus, people. O. M. G. I got wrecked at the bar last night, chit-chatting with the bartender, and the when I got to the liquor store to pick up bourbon I also got string cheese, a package of hot dogs, and a can of Spam. So then I'm pacing my living room, eating the hot dogs cold, and texting about pornography with the woman who wants to have my baby. Oy.
So I unfortunately can't take credit for all the not-sexy-stuff I wrote last night. That's mostly from a film by the philosopher Slavoj Zizek, A Pervert's Guide to Cinema, and also then from the David Foster Wallace short stories that my class read this semester. I totally didn't plagiarize in front of them yesterday, though, even as anxious-y and feeling fucked up as I was, I gave credit to my sources. Not that they'll remember.
So I'm on the bus now, 1/2 hour late to class already, sipping my coffee from my travel mug that I carry with me at all times. And there's bourbon in the coffee, which there usually never is, and I've got my flask in my bag. Just FYI, I guess. I sometimes think people might get the suspicion that I'm an alcoholic, because I have this travel mug in my hand so much that it looks like I'm hiding booze, if you're looking for that kind of thing, but I'm totally almost never not.
I'm at 60mg/day... Though I think I may have missed my last 20 last night. It's treating me OK but not great. Some foggy-headedness and afternoon sleepiness. And a couple nights of rough sleeping. Mostly I blame booze/lack of booze for the insomnia, but I also recognize some of the overnight panic that's completely bac. Guess I probably ought to keep going up, but we shall see.
Oh, and it's balls-blazingly hot here. So I'm certain that that's not doing wonders for my incognito drinking-day. I'll just say I started early for Cinco de Mayo. Everyone in my neighborhood will understand. Hope everyone's having a good one! :l:l
Oh, and BTW I do agree with most of that stuff about sex. As Zizek has said, "In Derridean terms, sex is the condition of both the possibility and impossibility of love." And that sounds about right.
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