I currently have one of those "life is no longer worth living" hangovers.

Anxious, exhausted, miserable. I've been to the same party hundreds of time in the same outfit. Only the address has changed. I have fun, but it's the same fun I've already had time and time again. What am I searching for in the bottom of that bottle? The only thing that's down there is emptiness.

This day is a lost cause. I can't wait to get back to kicking ass in real life again tomorrow. Until then I'll live in a 24 hour period of limbo.