“You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.”
(compliments of http://itsnotthatserious.tumblr.com/)
Scraped the bottom this week, but no permanent damage was sustained. The combo of circumstance, time of year, and general chemical imbalance due to excessive holiday partying has begun the perennial assessment that goes along with pulling out a new calendar. But rest assured, things are good. All of the things. Tonight is the obligatory work party, where some people drink that shouldn't, and some don't that should, and I'll undoubtedly wake up tomorrow needing to apologize to at least one entire department.
Regardless, trying to stay mindful of Ms. Taylor's little white diamonds of wisdom. Gotta keep living.
Stay classy out there, and for fuck's sake take a cab. DUI's are decidedly not sexy.