I’m not one to blog, but last night was particularly shitty.

2008 was the worst year ever, and I’ll tell you why.

I got arrested this year. The story behind it is very strange, but it
happened, and I have to deal with it. Honestly, I’m not sure how I can pay for
the classes I must take as a result of my arrest. I’m probably going to be
shipped to jail to pay for my crime with time. Something like that just seems
like no big deal to me anymore, because I’ve had to bear the weight of these
thoughts for the entire year. Granted, it could be a lot worse, but God dammit
anyways. God dammit, that’s all I can say.

I think my right middle finger might be broken. Really, though, I’m not one
to do this kind of thing, blogging. But I just woke up, relatively early, and I
don’t have anyone to share these thoughts with. So here they are, public but
anonymous at the same time. I digress. My finger, it hurts a lot. I can move
it, but when I do, it’s painful. My right, big toe feels same way. I remember
falling last night, that’s probably why this has happened. If you haven’t caught
on by now, I drank last night. I drank a lot.

You know when you get to the party and there’s one person that is very drunk
and he or she is being a complete ass? That was me last night. That was a hell
of a twist, eh? Anyways, I bought the majority of the liquor, but that was only
motivation to drink more for me. I can’t really talk much about last night,
because I hardly remember it; I just remember being really drunk and feeling
really shitty as I walked home. What a perfect way to wrap up the worst year in
history.

I need a girlfriend too.

So, yeah. I’m supposed to show up to band rehearsal today – I’m counted on
for this kind of shit – but I don’t think I’ll make it, given my condition. As
if it wasn’t enough that I made an ass of myself in front of my guitarist and
his girlfriend last night, I have to go ahead and do this to him too. Have you
ever played the drums while you were hung over?

Well, anyways, I hope you all had a great New Years, and I really mean it.
Mine wasn’t so great, but I really hope it will start to pick up for me this
year. I hate to ramble on about my problems, I guess I’m going to go ahead and
blame it on the remains of the alcohol I drank last night still coursing
through my veins.

God dammit.