It's fickle

You know you've had a bad day when you spill beer all over yourself, and you aren't drunk.

RIGHT?

The boy went to Canada this morning. I figured this would be a good time for me to drink what's left of the alcohol in my refrigerator and watch many episodes of The Simpsons. I have such an uneasy feeling after work today (well, I had an uneasy feeling last night too), and it's hard to shake. I suppose I ought to drink more.

I've been feeling kind of off for the last week or so. Headaches, dizziness, nausea, you know, stuff like that. I'm not one to ever go to the doctor, but I really probably should be going at some point in the near future. Something is not quite right.

I don't even really feel like writing anymore. It's so fickle.