I prose a serious question. I've just had what I believe to be a crappy day - it's all relative, but I believe it to be crappy - but why do I drink? I mean... there are so many better things I could be doing, but I'm downing sho after shot of Jack and working on a near full bottle of Painted Turtle Pinot Grigio. That's beside the fact that I'm making (and correcting) so many spelling mistakes (because I can hardly keep track of my hands) it would make your head spin.
Why, in times of... what I guess you'd call... suffering.... (I guess?) do I turn to smoking and drinking?
