I'm a drunk. I think. I mean, I really think I've gotten to the place where I can be honest with myself about that. The crazy thing is I realize it the most when I'm with my grandmother. My grandmother is amazing. She's beautiful, well educated and a party animal. Every time I go to her place there's always a bottle of wine, or a delicious margarita waiting for me. I want to be that kind of grandmother. The kind that dances, curses like a sailor and solicits alcoholic beverages to the offspring of her offspring.
Today: 4 margaritas, 2 glasses of chablis (boxed), 1 glass Whit zin (bottled in California 2005) Percacet (1)
Laughters had: countless.