kloiterra

the last taco tuesday at Mulligan's Bar and Grill.
Thank god this is almost over, and by tonight, this day WILL be over.
Won't be burning any bridges, it would only be a momentary satisfaction, like cheap sex.
I'm done with drunkenness; been slipping back into the old ways, but now i know enough to miss my clarity. Been drinking, been smoking, been getting nothing done, been feeling pretty much worthless--i'm not impressed.
Also been feeling like a crisis center for fucked up individuals lately.
The self medicator asks "how do you stop drinking?"
"I don't drink anymore, easy as that." She doesn't understand. (I don't believe in 'addictive personality', I believe in weak will and lack of self control/discipline.)
The queen of bad ideas calls me, crying: "I'm in North Carolina with a trucker, waiting for money to be wired to me. I don't want him to follow me back home...Will you pick me up from the bus station?....Also, i think i might be pregnant."
UGH.

anyway, time to kick some ass, kick out the jams, finish this LONG OVERDUE album and get rolling at my new job and gear up for the big show in may...
yeah, everything is good. and well. and in its place.