[SERGEI] What the hell, sure.
First entry. Winner winner chicken dinner.
Yeah, so. 'M tired, even though I got almost a full day of sleep (thanks, meds. Who knew antidepressants had a donkey kick to 'em, huh? Sure as hell not me.) Now I can't sleep - it's 4AM, by the way. I'd love to hop on the game, but my ears're ringing and my head's killing me. So. There's that. Nothing in my life to smile about, huh?
Craving the sweet release of getting to crawl into the bottom of a bottle. Not for any depressing reasons or anything like that, I just got a hankering that only a cold brew can fix. I hate being drunk but booze tastes so gooood. Whoever put crack in there needs to get fired. Or get a raise, depending on if I get a hangover that day or nah.
Wow. I'm not interesting at all. Go figure. That's all I've got. Utterly soulless online journal entry I posted after fucking a prostitute my life feels empty or however that one 4chan macro goes.