Good god, I'm drunk again and yelling
My tonight has extended into the early hours of tomorrow
In four hours I'll wake up for work
And wonder, good god why did I drink that last glass?
Rum, coke, rum, coke, gin, tonic, rum, coke, gin, tonic
The rest of rum in my glass, the lime left over from the gin
My good god, I'd be an alcoholic if i weren't so self conscious

Today is now Friday.

Good night, good love, live long, and dream prospects of tomorrow


- kt

written in a drunken stupor with the noises of drunken stupidity as my soundtrack.