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[there's the soft clinking of a glass as somebody reads over the journal

a sip

and some silence]

Today's been a crazy day.

I can't think of a better time to have... a drink or two.

Or three.


[and then... he breaks into song]

♫Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
O Alcohol, I still drink to your health♫

♫I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol♫

♫Forget the cafe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea
A Malibu and Coke for you, a G&T for me
Alcohol, Your songs resolve like
my life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill♫

♫I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else♫

♫I thought that Alcohol was just for those with
nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk
was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that there's a time
and there's a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between
self-control and self-abuse♫

♫I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol
Would you please ignore that you
found me on the floor
Trying on your camisole?
O Alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself
I'll use something else.♫


[and then a long pause as he comes back to his senses... or what's left of them]

.....Huh. I think I'll take another drink.