Drinking Tea

So now I gotta write something for a women's thing for Thursday, so I'm gonna write this while I'm thinking. Ah, the beauty of procrastinating one's writing by writing.

Gee, I just read what I wrote in the last 24 hours and I write a lot when I'm all ferklempt. I should turn this into a book. Then I wouldn't have to write that book I'm writing.

Okay, I think I'll write about addictions or coping mechanisms. I often tell people I'm gonna go get drunk and I make myself tea. This means that alcohol is not my natural coping mechanism. Which is funny cuz when I do use it, it's damned good.

Is writing my coping mechanism? How cute would that be. I'd be all Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Kurt Cobain...But I'd play solitaire if I could just get the mouse to move better.

Solitaire? Gambling? Nah. I'm a bad gambler, but it doesn't mean I got gambling bad.

My finger hurts and I keep typing. That may be a sign.

Ah, I'm just too lazy to go to the liquor store.