Eh, it's just one of those days.

You know those days when you wake up in a sweat? Well, it's probably sweat, anyways. Too dark to tell, what with the lights being off. Too much trouble to lift your arm and turn the knob on it, too. It's got to be sweat anyways. What else could it be, right?

Anyway, then you look at the clock and realize oh, it's the same day you went to sleep. It's only 7 PM. Damn. Better take more PILLZ HERE to get some proper sleep, yeah? Proper sleep being until tomorrow afternoon. And then you know how you realize you've been holding on to something? Oh s**t, it's a bottle, empty. You remember emptying it, you realize. And breaking it. It's a piece of the bottle. Well, s**t. No big, you'll clean up the mess tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. Right?

And then you know how right when you wake up you're pretty sure you've figured out the answer to your problem? Yeah, it's totally simple! You remove yourself from the picture, any picture at all! Just gone! It solves everyone's problems, and makes a few problems more better, and everyone's happy. Well, except you. You aren't around anymore to enjoy the fact that you aren't making your own life and everyone else miserable and shitty feeling. But that's okay, because they're happier, and that's the important thing. Right?

And then you know how you wish that you hadn't drunk the last of your booze, because it helps you get to sleep on top of PILLZ HERE, and everything sort of goes all soft and doesn't hurt quite as much, much like the broken bottle you just shoved into your abdomen (apply pressure firmly and quickly, push in and up for maximum damage) just now?

You know those days?

Yeah, me neither. smile