But contain I have, and I've even finished reading the play I need to read for my writing class. Will I be able to actually write my paper before class starts in a couple of hours? Dunno. Honestly, don't care that much.

Tell ya what I do care about, tho. Tonight I will drink myself blind, and see if I can come up with even more than a broken ankle this time around. Why the fuck not.

I may or may not have fun getting wasted, but that is irrelevant considering that I won't really remember too many particulars of the night. So we might ask, then, why bother doing it? If I'll probably not enjoy it, and won't remember it even if I do?

Well, I'll tell you. I'm not the kind of guy to go out and start fights. Nor to be unreasonably bitchy to those around me. I don't kick dogs, behave rudely to service industry types, or purposefully cut people off in traffic. No, I don't take the anger that one person has caused within me and inflict it upon some other poor unassuming schmuck.

What's more? Unless you're actively bothering me now, I can't really be bothered to plot for vengeance against anyone who's actually pissed me off in the past. Sure, if I was a voodoo master, there's a lot of people who would be in some deep shit right about now. But I'm not, so if I didn't catch you right when you screwed me you probably just got away with it. Just not into that whole arms-escalation type mentality.

So what's a guy to do? Quite pissed off, yet still unwilling to take it out on others?

Take it out on myself, of course. Why the fuck not.

By and large, I really am a good person. And y'know what? Kinda sick of that guy right about now.

Let somebody else strive to be earnest and shit for a while. Tonight I'll be as useless and shallow as the world that created me.