Fifth level drinking

I’m not sure what level I was at last night when I wrote my cheery post about the mechanics of suicide, but this morning I’m definitely at level five. And reading back what I wrote is not helping the headache.

I don’t really know where that post came from – some deep, dark part of my psyche that gets released when I have too much beer on a school night, it would seem – and I don’t know what to feel about it. I know what some of my friends will feel about: “Stop being such a miserable drama queen and cheer the fuck up”.

By the way, if you’ve never heard it before you should listen to Larry Miller’s Five Levels of Drinking routine (You Tube has a clip); wonderful observational humour.