it speaks for itself

whatever the fuck. I drank too much wine and didn't notice it until after I drank too much wine. My face feels like someone stuffed cotton wadding between my skull and my cheeks. My forehead is dressed like a grey padded room. My stuffed cheeks are reinforced with chicken wire. I haven't had a cigarette in 11 days. I haven't had sex in plenty more than that. Twenty? It hadn't even occurred to me to think about sex until a fucking transgender acquaintance suggested I masturbate because I admitted to being in a bad mood. The one person on the planet who is probably lacking the equipment to whack off properly recommends masturbation as a sure cure. What the fuck ever.