i am drizunk. It's disturbing that i can type this at this point, but i am drizunk. shit. good times!
I've sobered up a lot. There is a drunk Bob hanging off the edge of my porch. My ribs hurt from drunkenly slipping on the kitchen floor in my dress socks and landing squarely on my rib cage. I want to sleep at some point. I don't know if I will be able to.
Too much thinking today mingled with pain from the bruised ribs. I'll live, though.