The Only Way to Get Through It Is To Be Too Drunk To Remember
Three Xanax today + 1 beer + 2 glasses of wine = 5:30pm of D-Day.
Must pack faster and with less tears–>more wine, more Xanax, and stop watching depressing girl tv on the fucking TiVo, idiot.
That’s just the packing process. The post-break-up process will consist of sobbing at a girlfriend’s house, yet more wine, yet more Xanax (great combo!! who cares what the warning labels say?!), and by midnight we’ll probably hit the new bottle of vodka.)
tonight’s goal: be too drunk to remember that tonight is one of the most painful nights in my life.
