following the advice of Ernest Hemmingway, I have decided to write drunk. So far, so good. Only if those two people weren't kissing behind me, that would help.

I need to stay sober.
Oh, fuck that shit.

I need to let out some steam.
Might not help the body, but sure will help the soul, right?

PS: You have no idea, how much time it took me to write this without spelling mistakes. Viva alcohol!