my hands smell like alcohol. more specifically they smell like day old cheap boxed wine that's been festering in my body and is now being released through my pores. very sexy. who needs to wear perfume when i have my very own alcoholic pheremone. i should bottle this shit.

needless to say, my spell of not drinking came to a crashing end last night. i left the library early so i could watch a certain finale of a show that's been on ten years. and i thought, why not treat myself to some wine while i enjoy the show? i've been working so hard, i certainly deserve a break and a chance to unwind. but i didn't buy a bottle, which i can easily polish off and get slightly buzzed but not have a hangover in the morning. no, i bought a box. which as of this morning is mostly gone. i guess my mom was right when i was four and took too much cottage cheese and couldn't finish it - i just don't know when to say when.

so i'm in the library trying to get work done with more than a slight hangover. i'd really like to pass out right about now. but there's still about ten good study hours left in the day - must take advantage...still have three finals to go...

starving + bleeding