The morning after….

Alas, if only the time machine had been invented.  Then I could go back 12 hours and live out my vow to never drink again before I reaped the consequences that inspired such a decision. 

I was very surprised this morning when my friend told me he had read my whole xanga.  He had a lot of information on buddhism actually, especially on the no attachment thing.  Made lots of sense.  I really should think matters through rather than just jumping to my own conclusions before having a thorough understanding of the issue. 

argh… alcohol… your best friend one moment… the bane of your existence the next.  (i don’t even know if that makes sense. it just sounds nice.)