as your day fades into my night.

It started out as any other day...late in the afternoon, hungry, hot! I felt like I couldn't get out of bed without listening to a certain song from long ago. Never mind which song..it had its memories So lying in bed, I pulled my laptop closer and downloaded the song. A full 9 minutes wait later...the song filled the room with the right vibrations. Just what I needed to get myself out of bed on a monday morning..well afternoon. I got a bit of work done. Now about 40 pages through with the thesis due soon.
In the evening, I went out for a walk and brought back some groceries. Just the ingrediants for a perfect B.L.A.T. (Bacon.Lettuce.Avacado.Tomato sandwich). Later at night, I was home alone, so I took a chance on some 'me' time.Mood music and chilled beer. Everything was mellow and perfect.. and then..dotdotdot I received an email from this guy. Nobody important. The mail was from him, except, it was written by his girlfriend telling me to back off. Funny how things work. How... things go out there...out from the cradle of your mind, unintentional...only to come back to you all distorted.Twisted.
After that my night was pretty much fucked, or so I thought. It was tragically humorous.I didn't hold back from replying to that email at that very instant. I had a fun time writing the reply. After having done that, for the fun of it all.. I drank. Some more. No mellow mood, no enjoying the aroma of the wine now. I was drinking for the sole purpose of getting shitfaced and not beacuse of that silly mail alone. Wierd how all your annoying little grieveinces come back to you so easy when anger strikes. (it was sad to see the girl so insecure and horrified of someone who has no real interest in her man...but I was still pissed). After going through a bottle of wine and a couple of beers, I was hoping for some salvation. Temporary salvation of the mind. But I was deprived of even that! It just wasn't enough. I found an old bottle of gin lying in my room, standing alone in it's attractive bottle,half drunk... calling out. Meanwhile, the songs played into each other...I couldn't tell one from the other any longer. Was this my salvation? Was this the peace I was promised by my poison? Alcohol ...was not the answer I realized yet again..just as I've realized it so many times before . I shook it all off, my high.
I came crashing down. And I still had what's left of a smile on my face. Wierd is the word here..turn of events, me..