Apologies unnecessary.

Oh, shit, now latter-day Johnny Cash is playing on my jukebox. I have one more beer. Providence provides, and so on.

I love you too.

Xanax brings to me the opposite of what Adam Sandler tends to.

To be fair…where am I now?

OBVIOUSLY

But now we face the all-important philosophical problem: do drunken, depressed, sleep-deprived upvotes really count?

hahahaha, thanks brewfan, for a comment that made me laugh aloud.

It's fine, and I didn't even take it as trolling. And while I appreciate sympathy, or, more so, empathy, I scribbled this comment out of need to be hear/acknowledged/connected with, and any comment fulfills that, even if it's ostensibly trolling.

There's a brayon in my crain?

Sorry, Charlie, but, if you turn off Mulholland Drive when they open the box, why do you even watch the film?

The Big Lebowski. Right before The Dude and Walter head to Lebowski's to call him out. I think the movie's beyond great up until those last 15 approximate minutes. The steam just feels gone then.

I worked for that company for a year and a half. Even without this, but especially with: Fuck. Them.

I'm depressed, I think. I'm glad I recently got a job, and am feeling secure there, low-paying though it may be. If I hadn't found a source of income that month, I'd almost definitely be homeless again now. I did not enjoy homelessness. I did a year and a half of it, at various friends' places, then six months of…

I actually caught an episode AND am up late enough to comment! I ran the 90's music category. Educated guess on Dixie Chicks! (Indigo Girls? PLEASE, girl.)

I like the juxtaposition of her Dickens fix and Wu-Tang awareness.

FAR too low for Gilda.
Fun fact: I did a book report on "It's Always Something", her autobiography, in 7th.

They were absolutely amazing together.

Watching some Moonlighting. OITNB, Bloodline. Thinking about running through Deadwood once more.

That was fucking excellent.