I know I don't actually exist so it's not a real complaint, but gorsh, I really hate being Ficcish.
Just a few weeks (or months?) of consistent drinking and it becomes really demanding and expensive to keep drinking enough. That seems too fast. But maybe it's just because it's not my first time at the rodeo. Or maybe I really do need to lose weight. I don't know. Wasn't too long ago a glass or few of wine was all it took.
This is terrible, and also just sounds like weird bragging. Dang it. I'm barely half a man and toxic (literally, by way of a super something to prove alcohol poisoning?) masculinity is ruining my day.
This awful gin is messing with my stomach more than my head.
This is why I need to go scour the golf courses and waminal pastures near here for those delicious psilocybe and have some seriously bad trips. Interminably sad and all alone under a desk, the safest way to do drugs.