Drunken Writing, like drunken boxing only with words.

Like last time these words are written with some amount of alcohol fueling them, and sadly I must say that even though my alcohol consumption tends to be parted by weeks, my hang of writing while tends to follow these events with gleefull delight. I have not painted tonight however, much because I have not enough hairs to do so. I wish to take a part of my hair and make a makeshift brush for the next part, but I'll have to shed some more first. Not cutting, nonono. THAT is insane thinking my friend. But then again I dunno what's up around me, at all.