God, I love Bob Marley. He was the perfect remedy to today. Turns out that in my drunken rumblings on Monday, I knocked my external hard drive off my desk, damaging it irreparably. When I try to spin it up now, it just makes a horrific grinding noise and then a series of loud beeps, like an Atari. There goes 200gigs worth of music, cartoons and pictures. So it goes, huh?
My undoing for the day: telling Martina I was working on day 3 of sobriety. I finished the email with "Look who's turning over a new leaf! :-) P.S. Wanna get shit-faced drunk tomorrow night?" to which she responded. "I'm leaving for the weekend-- wanna get shit-faced drunk tonight?" Up until that point sobriety seemed fine, but of course I wanted to, and of course we did. But we watched Futurama and drank her wine, which was awesome, and given that she's leaving in 5 hours, I should have the next two days mostly to my damn self. Huzzah!
I did manage a fair bit of progress today despite everything else, finishing the first draft of the new story and sending it off to Kait for a glossy PC coat that will keep the fat girls at bay (JUST KIDDING, SUGAR!). I also finished the new poem to moderate satisfaction, began work on a new story idea that's HUGE and continued work on the equally huge idea that woke me up yesterday morning. It may take a month or two to work them out, but I think it should be well worth it.
Drink Count: 9
I swear, one day I will collect all the pictures from all the other days I have promised. Until then, courage:
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