Tomorrow…

Mood:

Listening to: Subtronics & Dirt Monkey – Warp Drive

I know people always say “tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow”, but I’m being serious about tomorrow. I have half a pint of whiskey left, I’ll be drinking that and then continuing my sobriety tomorrow, on the thirteenth. I drank too much yesterday and was paying for it last night. I was totally useless for Vivian and barely made it to her bedtime. I laid in bed and wished for things: the fan to point at me, a glass of cold water. The room was hot so I opened the window for Viv and pointed the fan at me.