Spent much of today having trouble breathing. Spend much of my life being too smart...too witty...too careful...too confident...too everything. Those are my thoughts for the evening. Those, and Indecent Proposal is perhaps the only time, outside of Cheers, that Woody Harrelson appears vulnerable. And...nevermind.

Update - In the harsh morning light of sobriety I typically regret drunk posts. And chances are good I'll regret this one. But the truth is, we all need. We all get hurt or sick or tired or broken, and need. Something. Life's a bitch that way.