Consistent
Pre-emptive
I Drank. I drank not only to drink but to get drunk. My strategy, although a little too preemptive, is a solid one, and simply this: Drink a lot now so you can prepare your liver for the poisons you will be forced to feed it come tuesday. Like I said, solid. I began the night as I do most drunken nights, with a pleasant trip to the neighborhood liquor store. Im faced with a tough decision here: 2 forties or 3. Simple? I wish. The problem lies not with the decision to purchase the forties, but rather the lack of decision making ability left in me after drinking 2 of them. Liquor is kryptonite to my inhabitions, and if it werent for this, my fridge would probably be stocked full of malt liquor. So I purchased 2. I proceeded home and comensed to the cosumption. One forty ounce in to the night I realized I had a big day at work tomorrow, two forties into the night I realized the realization that I no longer cared. And then I smoked a blunt. By this point I found that my plan was back firing on me, because at the pace I was going, it would take me 2-3 days to recover and that would put us well into wednesday, which is what should be day two of 10 days. You understand the little pickle Im in now do you? I had to do what my heart told me at this point, I drank 3 more beers. I had to. The notion was partly due to the lack of decision making tools but mainly attributed to the fact that I am extremely "mannish" or man-like, when it comes to should I or shouldnt I decisions. Needless to say I stumbled into bed with my clothes still on and in a drunken "stooper". I was worried, how do I tell the fellas I cant drink on day one, how do face myself in the morning, what a piece of shit I am for being an irresponsible drunkard....I needed to rest, but to my delight, to my amazement, I went to go turn on my alarm when I realized the time before I passed out..8:45 pm. I had plenty of time to sleep and replenish my innards for tuesday, my plan was a success. I shut my eyes, thought my thoughts, and thanked the heavens for my consistent inconsistencies.
I Drank. I drank not only to drink but to get drunk. My strategy, although a little too preemptive, is a solid one, and simply this: Drink a lot now so you can prepare your liver for the poisons you will be forced to feed it come tuesday. Like I said, solid. I began the night as I do most drunken nights, with a pleasant trip to the neighborhood liquor store. Im faced with a tough decision here: 2 forties or 3. Simple? I wish. The problem lies not with the decision to purchase the forties, but rather the lack of decision making ability left in me after drinking 2 of them. Liquor is kryptonite to my inhabitions, and if it werent for this, my fridge would probably be stocked full of malt liquor. So I purchased 2. I proceeded home and comensed to the cosumption. One forty ounce in to the night I realized I had a big day at work tomorrow, two forties into the night I realized the realization that I no longer cared. And then I smoked a blunt. By this point I found that my plan was back firing on me, because at the pace I was going, it would take me 2-3 days to recover and that would put us well into wednesday, which is what should be day two of 10 days. You understand the little pickle Im in now do you? I had to do what my heart told me at this point, I drank 3 more beers. I had to. The notion was partly due to the lack of decision making tools but mainly attributed to the fact that I am extremely "mannish" or man-like, when it comes to should I or shouldnt I decisions. Needless to say I stumbled into bed with my clothes still on and in a drunken "stooper". I was worried, how do I tell the fellas I cant drink on day one, how do face myself in the morning, what a piece of shit I am for being an irresponsible drunkard....I needed to rest, but to my delight, to my amazement, I went to go turn on my alarm when I realized the time before I passed out..8:45 pm. I had plenty of time to sleep and replenish my innards for tuesday, my plan was a success. I shut my eyes, thought my thoughts, and thanked the heavens for my consistent inconsistencies.
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