blogging tipsily

I just came back from happy hour, during which I had my first adult beverage, excepting a glass of wine in Alaska, since J was in town, helping me spread the love around the entire DFW metroplex. You could say I have been in self-imposed detox for the past few weeks. I kind of liked it - no more reason to spend endless amounts of $$$ on a debilitating substance, constant clarity, feeling healthy (OK, healthier at the very least).

Since my return to Earth this week (i.e. finally realizing anticipated mental breakdown), I can count the number of actual meals I've had on one hand. And yes, I am getting better, people - no need to worry. Nerves have just always had a way of tearing my innards to pieces. So, due to my recent diet, it should be no surprise that a single Shiner Bock left me in a tizzy. I cut myself off and headed to the bookstore, where I went to pick up a GMAT book. Here's a tip to those of you who haven't tried it before: the problem with going to the bookstore when slightly un-sober is that you will pick up an MCAT book and start freaking the hell out when you peruse through the questions and realize that there is no way in hell that you will ever make it into grad school.

I fortunately realized the error of my ways before reaching the checkout line. But just wanted to give ya'll a heads-up. Don't go to the bookstore drunk. It can only lead to a severely depleted sense of self-confidence. Not. Good.