scathedobsidian

I think it's happened to all of us at least once. You have a day, or a series of days, when you're so all over the place, physically and emotionally, so split and torn between professional and personal responsibility, that you think to yourself, "Goddamn, I really need a drink."

You should never drink on those days.

Tonight, my liquor goes in the cabinet.

This weekend, I travel to Tennessee for a brief family reunion. They will no doubt monopolize each waking hour of my day, completely overstimulate me, and make me kind of miserable and insane. Secretly, I'm a loner, and my extended family are loud, raucous, and of the tendency to breed like rabbits.

Still, a little distance from home, and all that I'm working for and on, will serve to give me some perspective, and for that I (and some others, I'm sure) will be grateful.

I hope to come back a more hopeful man.