full of moxie and viscosity

I would like to be able to say that tonight I am not going to drink alcohol. My body would like this very much: it hasn't had a break from the ol' bottle for four days now. Not that I've been drunk the whole time, but not a night has passed without a little booze.

Last night was Brandeis... totally great minus a couple of Seth moments- everyone for some reason at the bar wanted to talk to me about him, and then we watched a video from their California tour last year-- I was in the video a lot, sitting next to him, of course. For some reason it wasn't that hard to see or deal with, but definitely thought-inducing. Where am I now? Was I so vulnerable just a year ago that I fell back into a completely dead fantasy world without a thought? Or was it real? Was it real? I guess that I really will never, ever know.