I woke up today with the worst hangover I've had in a long time.  Last night, I got so drunk that I didn't fall asleep so much as I passed out.  It started out with a martini, which then turned into vodka on the rocks and finishing up the Smirnoff Ices that are sitting in the fridge.  I wouldn't be caught dead drinking Smirnoff Ice, but they've been taking up room in the fridge forever and if I didn't do it then, they would have stayed there forever.  I was so damn drunk that I blacked out, too.  When I checked my computer this morning, I saw several attempts to converse online with people.  They went sort of like, one line from me, and then some response from them.  Then I lost interest and did something else.  My guess is that something else was losing consciousness.

I feel like the man in the movies who wakes up from a shipwreck to find himself on a desert island.  The memories of the vicious storm the night before are more like a dream.  My body aches from withstanding the turbulent waters, but at the same time, every breath I take fills me with new life.  God damn it, life is a beautiful thing.  Sometimes you just need something else to help you see it.  I guess that something else is also losing consciousness.

Some of you might not understand this, but it's moments like these that make my drinking problem all worth it.