September 18, 2004

  • Entry 029: Pressed But not Smashed

    What?, Whut would it be like to wnte while you ae dmnk?I dunno. Can I say some tning smarrt?

    Bloog! That's not funmy. It's intere stwg. I don't think I'm at the level of dvunken,ess whor I'm not gt all incontvof of myself. But I am no'tice9ble tipsy. My senses don't seem as sLarp. What I heer  sounds like if's mutfled. What I see ...coudl almost bec from a dream. And I chew on my Twix, to fill my stomuch witn more cont,nt. So that Lopefully tle ahlcohol can be countered. better. I find that eventhe. my sense of tasfe might even be compromise, and my sense of tovch, and definitely m7 dexterity definifely is so. As I prt pen to papev while my pen wobbles a bit. in my hand. And I coordinate insertng the rod of rchocolate coolcie Twi'x into my mouth without having it fa ll out of the wrappe'r. Now even my finger tips huve slipped down to the edye of my pen tip as I write since I'mcan not mnaging afrrm grip on my pen. And my panmanship isc turning up crap.

    Is twis me when I'm drunk? I nevev realizd ny toleranec but I ahways imugined it would take more than bot tole of Heinekan and a tallglass of Sierra. Maybe this i s just scratchrng the suvface. I definitcly dun'tfeel in control enouvgh to drivemy car buckhome. So, as I'm sittiny en my fewy ride. I thihk 2 might sif a whiLe once I get to my car. But first ... the litfle boys room! Was thet fumny? I 'm nott laughng. Like I care.

    (The previous monologue was written on my way home Friday after drinking. For the record I kept my sound judgement. I called up Mousse and Cologne to picked me up from the terminal. Odd enough there were two police cars that drove right up to the parking lot. Not often you see them around there. Some coincidence. Anyway Mousse drove me and my car home. And later we went over to Ukyou's new place to help her put up some finishing touches to her home decor. They mentioned how I was noticeably bubbly. Hah.)