Thursday, 9 December 2010
A night out.
Having to get drunk in order to face your body in the shower can't be that safe. Slippery floor and all that. I do think that my eating disorder and the amount I drink helps my intelligence though, you know. It's a careful balancing act, working out how much alcohol is necessary based on how much I've eaten over the last few days, how early I'm showering and, um... oh, my brain is melting. Maybe my hypothesis isn't all that brilliant, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.