Old vices die hard...

Two six packs and a bottle of Jack Daniels later, and I'm hoping I will be able to sleep tonight.  I have to work tomorrow, so hopefully it won't be too bad.  Thank god for Ibuprofen. 

I'm dealing.  Probably not in the healthiest of ways, but in the best way I know how.  This just seems different.  Harder.  One day, I'm getting married, and the next I'm throwing everything I can that reminds me of him and us into a black hefty bag.  I think it makes it even worse this time because I'm more isolated...more "alone" now.  I really only have a few close friends, none of whom are especially available.  Anyway, the point is, this sucks.  I haven't called my mom yet.  She'll be pissed I didn't tell her right away, but it's one of those things where - how can I bother her with my life when hers just is so terrible? 

Sounds about right, though, huh?  One little issue blending into another into another?

Well, now that I've got a little buzz going I think I'm going to use it for sleep.  I'm only praying I won't have anymore nightmares.  That would be kinda nice.  Some kinda relief would be good.