40 oz.

I drank a Forty tonight. It wasn't as fun as I remember it being. The fact that is was Miller High Life, the Champange of Beers, didn't really make much of a difference. Saturday night and I'm drinking a 40 oz. at 7 PM preparing for a night of sitting in. I have no idea what has happened to me, but I have no desire to spend time with people or go out anywhere. I'm content reading, watching television, listening to music and being silent. People just bore me anymore. You spend time with people, invest in them and they wind up just disappointing you anyway. It's easier to cut yourself off from any type of contact with people.

I'm not lonely, just alone.

Not to mention broke. Chicago + Strippers = Broke Ass Skip. My forty is gone and I'm at that point in time where you either make the turn and get more alcohol in your system and get fucking wasted or you just give up, drink some water and sober up. I'm probably headed toward the latter since drinking is such a waste of time these days. It's takes so much beer to make me drunk that I wind up feeling bloated. Maybe I'll just do shots and blackout and shit all over the house....