I just should not be allowed to drink. Of course it's great while I'm doing it, but the aftermath isn't worth it. I end up gloomy every time, a state even less wise and welcome at times when I'm already inclined that way. Plus I end up with a hangover, which not only is unpleasant in itself but also increases the gloominess, since I'm gloomy about the hangover. In this state, the discovery that I don't have an ironed skirt can seem earth-shattering, and it's best not to imagine the devastation that could arise from, say, missing a train.
Oh, alcohol! You're like that really hot guy who's dumped you once but calls you up when he's in town.
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