Salt, meet wound

Holy hangover! For some reason.. every single time I drink on a week night, I imagine it won't come back to bite me in the ass the next day. And the next day, I'm always wrong. Something about alcohol just makes it feel like everything is gonna be okay. Again, the next day.. not okay.

On a better note, I'm successfully on day 2 of my new blog! It's not much but, for me, it's progress.

I'm currently discontent with how boring life is. I need excitement! But I also need to learn patience. Maybe this is a sign? :)

That gives me hope. So many days I wake up ready to get in the car and just drive forever, finally stopping and settling somewhere new. Anywhere but here. One day I will :)