I'm very close to being ridiculously drunk. And I'm okay with it. So far I've spent most of the night thinking how my mom would respond to me being abandoned yet again. I imagine this whole thing where my mom asks what happened and I tell her that I'm the exact loser that she thinks I am. That the whole reason she thinks I am so lame is because I really have no solid history with any one person of the opposite sex. How pathetic is that? Anyway, I'm just saying, I love vodka. Vodka loves me. That's all there is.