Start and Stop

I shouldn't be doing this. Drinking again. Hard. The fifth of vodka that I didn't finish yesterday is just about done. What's in my glass is all that I've got. Of course, I have a bottle of gin next to my foot and some wine. Plenty of beer. I need to go to sleep. The vodka. I have managed to waste two hours. Unwind, I tell myself. I got home from work around 2:30 am. Fuck. What am I writing? Who gives a shit. Do any of us really give a shit. When it's 4:15 am, I should be sleeping. Bars are still open, though. Oh fuck. Just kill it.