Acid milk

So, I'm sitting here in my room on a Friday night, drinking and listening to acid milk. There are people screaming for no apparent reason outside of my window. I guess because it's Friday, which means that I won't get to sleep until three. Never mind the fact that I have to work early tomorrow -- people are having fun, dammit, and who am I to stand in their way?

Exactly.

In one of my many recent MSN conversations, it appears I've become an official grown-up. I think more about my job than I do about how drunk I'm going to get, what people I'm going to meet, or where I'm going to go. Oh, also about money, and what people think of me.

I probably just need to disappear for a while again. That usually resets the ol' biological clock.

I'm just slightly drunk now. I will say one more thing before the night devolves into half-assed MSN conversations: if you ever thought an iota about wanting to know how I think, see myself, and laugh at, then you need to download MTV's downtown episodes. One season, 13 produced episodes -- 12 of which aired -- and Alex is, for all intents and purposes, me.