Maybe Hobbes was right after all. Humans are just too cruel and brutish to ever hope for anything better. It's sad, really. Martina is back. Footy was on. I got no writing done, but I read most of A Man Without A Country and drank more than half a bottle of vodka. Then I heard some upsetting things and quit trying for the night. Maybe more tomorrow.
Drink Count: 8
As you can see from this blurriness, my wrist is almost back to the appropriate color:
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