Just Give Me The Night

Truthfully it was the alcohol, it was the week, and it was most definatly the imagination that put me there...all night.

Being drunk is like the ultimate, and probably most understandable justification for mistakes or random acts of craziness that I know of. Considering all it really takes is for someone to put a drink in front of me and I'm tipsy and once I take a sip I'm wasted with my inhibitions out the door. (exaggeration used for humor) I wasn't stupid last night but I was having fun, fun enough to forget about everything until I realized the situation at hand

For the past two weeks my agenda, though seemingly fulfilled with options, has been empty. I can't get used to this whole, not knowing/calling/responding/initiating/seeing/hearing/touching Alex. I can't understand why when I hear someone speak his name, or catch drift of that certain military branch, it's no longer linked to me. I guess it's just the idea that what I had isn't mine anymore and there isn't much I can do except fill the days with other people and act like I'm fine with it. Which leads us to the obvious notion that despite these activities Ionliness still enropes my heart...

So why wouldn't I creatively imagine every scandelous thing that could happen? I don't have anyone else to think about (for the time being that is...) or keep in mind to prohibit those ideas. I think it was just temptation at sight and then I needed to color in the rough sketches in my mind when my head hit the pillow and I knew how good it would feel to fall asleep afterwards.

So I decided to color my little picture book for about 4 hours...which would make that story a good 10 pages long. Think I'll flip back through it since I'll be sleeping in an empty bed tonight