So I ran out and bought a bottle of vodka.  I’m not really a drinker, so it shouldn’t take much to do the job.  I plan to get so drunk that I won’t remember why I got drunk.  I plan to get so drunk that I’ll pass out instead of having to suffer through another night of lying in bed and going over every fucking what-if and regret from the past few years.

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