my plans of coming home & being adorable pretty much failed, though more through quirks of chemical circumstance than any action. jenny was in her fussy, unnatural anxiety mood, & after watching the gilmore girls she'd taped for me, she took a shower & went into the bedroom to read. usual fare for when she's feeling down like this. i don't know what to do with her, & anything i suggest just causes her to snap at me. i'm not resentful, i'm just telling it like it is. she needs her space so i give it to her.
personally? i could use a drink. i could go to the deli & buy a 40oz, but what i really want is something stiff. if i hadn't wasted all that becherovka on romanticizing it, i could drink that. healing waters of the river lethe, or some such. my brain is all a-cauldron from this mornings coffee consumption, & i don't know what to do with it. to drink enough beer to get me to sleep would turn me into a drunken ass stumbling snoring to bed. classy, sure, but not my speed tonight.
