Relaxing and shallow

Dear Diary,

I was a horrendous author-unit today. Not only did I not write at all, but I’m also drunk as fuck. Most of my day was spent playing World of Final Fantasy, Left 4 Dead, and The Sims 4. Repeatedly. In fact, as soon as I’m done with this entry, I’m going back to one of them. I’m not sure which.

I blame Anne. She’s the one that drove (in her electric wheelchair) to the 7-11 next door just to get alcohol. Which is why she’s just a little less drunk than I am. I say a little less because she likes these girly flavored drinks, while I love straight beer. I think this is why we get along so well. Balance. 

I also surfed on the internet a bit. And not just for weird fetish porn (this time). You know, drinking is the absolute worst time to come across people like Poppy and Whitney Wisconsin “dog fucker.” I never heard of either, but I was stumbling around on YouTube and…wow. My horizons were definitely expanded.

Anyway, considering my day was so relaxing and shallow, I’m ending this entry here.

Tomorrow: back to writing.

I can’t wait…

#Alexa

“To me, the drive for monumentality is as inbred as the desire for food and sex, regardless of how we denigrate it. Monuments differ in different periods. Each age has its own.”

– Philip Johnson