So I lied.
I shall attempt to put that nasty business behind me now. Do forgive me.
I have spent the better part of a week stuffing myself full of as many unhealthy things as I could find. Interspersed, of course, with nights of exhaustion and falling asleep at 7 pm. Even when I get to a point where I know that adding more chemicals to my system would not be a beneficial proposition, I pile more into the heap. I think I am trying to find some sort of optimal balance -- somehow, the extra shots of espresso will balance out the extra vodka will balance out the extra line will balance out the extra cigarettes. I am the last person in the world to argue against excessive debauchery, but I think a small break is in order.
Of course, ask me again tomorrow night when a friend asks me out for a drink, and you are likely to hear a completely different answer.
Part of it is the fact that I almost feel like I am making up for lost time. I never did anything "bad" in high school or college, and I kind of feel like I missed out on a lot. (A friend has even officially inducted me into the Late Bloomers Club.) I am sure that the reality of the experience would have been much different, especially considering the person I was then compared to the one I have miraculously changed into, but it does not stop me from imagining.