So I finally saw a head doctor yesterday. Not like a therapist....just the guy to give me a drug prescription. Same old stupid laundry list of questions to determine what textbook headcase I could be defined as. I told him the truth for the most part. Like 90% of the truth 75% of the time. I started getting bored half way through. I sorta wanted to say "Listen....you're not going to take the time to try and help me fix my head problems, you just want to figure out how fucked I am so you can determine what drug to give me." He asked me if I drank or did drugs. Yes to liquor, no to drugs. He then asked how often I drank. "The weekends" I lied. How much do I drink on the weekends?..... "Like, 3 or 4" I lie. No chemical dependency issues in the family?.... "Nope," lie lie lie lie lie.

Listen, I'm sure I have a drinking problem. Normal people would say I have a drinking problem. Thats why I don't hang out with normal people. I like drinking. I enjoy a good hearty buzz. I hate the hangovers and thats why I've learned (the hard way) to stay away from jaggermeister.

I know I'm at the bar 4-5 nights a week. I know I'm constantly broke because I drink so much. I know I have anxiety issues and extremely fucked self-esteem. Thats why I self medicate. People like me more when I have a few in me. I'm a much better conversationalist. I know this, and I admit this, so why do I need to stop this?

The best part was after my head doctor filled my prescription, Adam and I stopped off at Grumpy's to try this new Bells on tap (at 4:30 in the afternoon) We finally stumbled in the door at 8:30 after tying on 4 more drinks. Poor Adam puked in the shower. This is no way for grown adults to act. That's why I love it!

(BTW....I can't stop listening to the new Okkervil River album. So awesome. You should download it.)