Last night I met the crew at Brigids after work. This was one of those weekends where I just needed to get drunk, as I don't drink very often. I had one of my sudden, severe mood swings right as I got there. After some arguing (on my part, anyway) about who was driving, I got a Long Island. Downed it. Tried to tune out the loud drunk guy who kept sitting at our table. And I felt better. Dizzy as all hell, but emotionally better.
So, depression + depressant = happy. Yay alcohol. Heh.
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