4 AND A HALF CORONA'S WITH A SHOT OF CLARITY

I have remotely, NOTHING, to talk about, discuss, reflect, or bitch about. So I feel as if though I must get my Demetri Martin on, and pretty much examine the dynamic...or what I like to consider....useless interests....

For example, last night, Thursday night, and the night before Thursday night, some like to be goofy and call it "Wednesday Night". Or if you cohabitate in the asshole complex, you will call it "Hump night". But anyways, those three nights combined, with a massive liquor intake, more than I had since my disastrous evening at the then Have a Nice Day Cafe, "Crazy Jamie" exposed itself ten-fold.

In some ways, it was enjoyable, I'm more open with my feelings, the excitement level in my self-esteem is raised to greater heights, I become "the most hugable, lovable, sonomabeech" ever. There isn't much of a difference between what I am then, and what I am when non-alcoholic. However, the liquor ignites some kind of spark or triggers some kind of randomness that isn't as different than the randomness that I expose to the world, through perhaps, everything that I do on a regular basis.

Now, the question that was raised by my girlfriend in her blog that she never updates..*wink*..is why do we enjoy the leisure of alcohol consumption only for our bodies to be drained of physical and mental energy later on?

Do I particularly have an answer for such a question....no....I just do it. It is one of those questions that no matter how hard you try to answer, you close your eyes tight, you scratch your head, or shake the magic 8-ball, you can't come up with a logical resolution. I guess to me, drinking is one of those activities or festivities that doesn't require solution. It is one of those things where I can throw up on your shoes...for five minutes straight...then e-mail you a Hallmark card saying that I was "sorry"....and we just laugh it off the next couple of days...

So I guess the question that I raise is....

"What about the dark side of drinking?"