soused and sassy...?

You are SO astute, La la. I do not like the word "truculent." Too abrasive, though I have been called that before. At least twice. "Abrasive" that is. Only you are word-enriched to know the other word.

I would like some kind of theme for this Tribe. I just can't put it into words, probably because I'm drunk.

But something like, "To the end and back and to the end again." No, that's too pedestrian. But I want the basic idea of that, just said in smarter words. (That's where you come in.) I am self-important, that goes without saying, but still, I strongly believe that there is some profundity in my relaspe, which I wil heretofore refer to as my "re-try."

There's so much drama. Will I GET it, at long last? Will I continue to flirt with disaster? Will I continue to post , post-drinking? I know I am in some kind of danger. But let it be known, that it ain't that serious. Sure. Madonna Mia worries about lethal drug combinations. But I'm NO Anna Nicole. Sure, I mix anti-depressants, Xanax, and alcohol, and maybe some Benadryl, but you don't see some Doctor Sapoor prescribing me Methadone at eight weeks pregnant. C'mon, it's a light lighter than all that.

Speaking of doctors. I had to see Doctor Dickter the other day. To get my Effexor. On the way out, he said, "Whatever you're doing, keep it up!" Oh. Doctor Dickter, you bet I will! Ah ha ha! I am NO liar, youze you that. But when the heat is on, I can overcome the truth.

He was all looking at me seriously and saying, "This is a nasty, nasty disease. " Oh sure Dicktor, you know that, but you don't get that! Ha ha ha ha!