An Important Conclusion

After half a bottle of rum and half a pack of cigarettes, 4 hours of sleep and a good cry, some retail therapy and a feast of junk food, I am feeling pretty good. The searing pain has been reduced to a general malaise and I am now capable of seeing a bright side:

I still have half a bottle of rum, half a pack of cigarettes, and President Bartlett on the West Wing tonight.

I can think of worse ways to spend the next four years... Drunk isn't a bad way to go. And hey, maybe I'll look into some of those happy pills. Better living through chemistry and all that...