a beautiful girl puked on me tonight. this is my definition of an excellent outing. yes.

surprisingly, i am still functional enough to type. it's wonderful what 20 mg of ephedrine will do, not to mention 100 mg of sertraline. i kind of wonder if the ranitidine (75 mg) really did have an effect. (as you know, there is this rumor that histamine-2 receptor blockers enhance your ability to drink alcohol, although it would seem, that if the current theories of physiology and pharmacology are correct, it should actually diminish your tolerance. what it probably does is make you less sick, but more drunk. but what do i know)

i am a walking study in self-medication and polypharmacy. did i mention i also ingested some rabeprazole 20 mg, because of gerd? i considered also taking some naproxen prophylactically, but, mixed with the alcohol, i'm sure that would've just eaten a hole through my stomach lining.

drunk. again. what am i doing with my life?

have you ever read a tale of two cities by charles dickens? i have been told by two very influential people in my life that i remind them of the drunken bastard hero sidney carton. i suppose that someday, my head will end on the chopping block, and no one who matters will even know my sacrifice.

ah. 3:30am. the vile half-hour of depression.

thankfully, i'm a coward. otherwise i would so put a bullet through my head right about now.