Dis.As.Ter.

There might be no other word that more aptly describes my present state. I can't even think of some witty topic to post on. And I just ended that sentence with a preposition, and I see no way around it at this juncture and I have few coping mechanisms to problem solve with. Damn it. Again.

Fuck, I hope a glass of wine in 40 minutes helps my sad, sad state. Otherwise, I'm turning to narcotics, and quickly. Maybe they will provide a fleeting but hopefully restorative break for my liver. A kind soul suggested a liver-detox juice. HA. It's going to take a hell of a lot more than juice or even a potion for that matter.

xo,

McCloud (soaked in Jame-o)