Oh, God. Today is Saturday, March 9, 2024. What can I even share here under 30 minutes after drinking highball glasses of 6 Jack and Cokes?
Well, should I even share something right now after getting some liquid courage? I do not know. Right now, I am listening to War’s “Why Can We Be Friends?” more than once – something I usually do when I want to reconnect with an old friend I had a fallout with. And right now, I am also waiting for my Younger Brother to come home. Usually, he sobers up before going home, and I am sure he will keep his word. I will sleep after he comes home.
Speaking of that old friend, will I even have that reconnection? I have been praying for that reconnection for years, but will it even happen? I have been praying for it so hard yet I feel like giving up… but damn. Should I give up? My soul tells me otherwise.
What else? Oh, I am not sure if I should make my own blog featured image for this post. Maybe I should? Maybe I should. But right now, I am too drunk to click and open my Adobe Photoshop, and I am so sure tonight is the 1st time I have drank more than 5 glasses of Jack and Coke. Maybe I should just upload the image after I post this.
Again, what else? Right. My hair is full of oil-based bubble-gum-scented pomade right now, and I started washing it with hot water before I had my 1st glass of Jack and Coke last night. I need to wash my hair 2 or 3 more times so I can tell that my hair is pomade-free – and right now, that will happen this Sunday. Oh, well.
And time’s up.
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 