It started as a good day

But a couple of vodka tonics later and I'm at a loss of what to do with myself.  Full stop.

Should be, "drink, get drunk, fall down, no problem."  I'm full on whiney.  Except I don't have anything to say.  Especially when it all comes out slurred and my friend just keeps saying, "what?".

I'd go to bed...but everyone else is busy in my bedroom.  Now that sounded interesting.  Too bad it's not.

Good book?  I should be so lucky.