agh

You know your friends are enablers when you both confess a desire to check yourself into rehab. Except, "shouldn't that be saved for our dirty thirties?"

So instead we have been looking up herbal answers to our desire for downers and other substances that make inhabitions go away. You know, because I will lose my access to medical care at the end of July. Do you think a doc would give me a year's supply of Valium to help me deal with the stress?

Once again, like this should be fucking new, I am hungover. I've been drinking heavily for the last two weeks now, with my sister's birthday dinner tonight and off to DC tomorrow.

My liver weeps. My hands shake. And I am in dire need to some sleep.