Whoops

NOTE: I was high and posted this in the wrong blog yesterday.

I love celebrating 4/20 and planning to write my blog post about it and then just sitting there stoned for hours and realizing it's 1:29 in the next day.

But, in all seriousness, after countless headaches, after panic attacks about liver cancer and dying, I'm trying to quit alcohol. I started quitting several times - some days I just forgot I'm not drinking anymore, some days I forgot why. And some days I was just socially required to drink to make others more happy. Still, mixing wine with water and pretending that my diet is somewhat serous.

I have people coming over next week. Most likely. Probably. Hopefully.

Unless I work really fucking hard until the end of April, I'll be completely broke next month.