Okay, I might have a problem. All day today, now yesterday, I was jittery, shaky, feeling fat and sad. I need to stop drinking and start going to bed at a reasonable hour. 11am is unreasonable.
Tonight, I promised myself I would do better. Today, tomorrow, and the next day. Less liquor, more sleep. Whiskey, tequila, salsa and cheese are for the weekends. Only!
Friday night, Sunday morning, it’s after one am; I badly want salsa and warm queso, and a little more whiskey. The cheap JD black stuff is fine. I know! It’s actually pretty good!
Tomorrow I will feel depressed and as lazy as a Democrat in congress, and as sensible as Nancy Pelosi at a press conference on insider trading. After all the research, I still don’t know how to stop the Krebs bicycle. Carbon in, oxygen out.
Life. Am I right? It just keeps spinning me ‘round ‘round, like a record. Baby! Right round. X mod 360 times, where X is an even multiple of pi, and pi is exactly 3. The answer is seven or eight. Maybe nine. No, neine, nine! That would be too many times. Six! I’m thinking six is enough. Or, maybe Eight is Enough.
—DG
Inside Doug's Head 