Alcohol Depression

me: Are you still busy?

a: Nope. Or if by busy you mean doing genealogy research, then yes.

me: I think I'm having alcohol depression. I'm afraid I'm killing myself with drinking and feel like I need to stop.

a: Here's a plan: You do a little experiment. You drink ONLY beer while you're out.

me: I don't like drinking beer. It makes me full.

a: Exactly.

me: Oy vey. I just want to cry.

a: Don't cry.

me: I got to work this morning with my McD's and immediately knocked over a potted plant and filled my shoes with potting soil. So I've spent the day hungover sitting beside a heap of potting soil on the floor.

a: Hahahaha. Think of something happy ... like keyboard kitty.

me: Who is keyboard kitty?

a: Oh, hang on ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0jfYacp-r4

me: Oh my god, this cat is slaying me.

a: meow, meow

me: Is it drugged?!?!?

a: No, just wearing a jersey. It makes him docile.

me: You just sent me over the edge. When he looks up with his eyes closed I feel like he is soulful like Stevie Wonder.

a: So are you saying that all blind people are soulful?

me: Speaking of soulful songs, I was shoe shopping at Dillard's and "Everybody Plays the Fool" came on and I got really emotional.

a: I can never get emotional to that song b/c my friend in 7th grade started singing "Everybody plays the SPOONS" -- she thought those were the lyrics.

me: I play the fool, Amber. I do.

a: Nana also thought "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay" was "Sittin' on the Top of the Bed."

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Hallo? Are you lost in keyboard kitty's eyes?

me: I love that cat. He is drugged like me.

a: You should email him for advice.

me: Who? Last thing I got was about Nana.

a: The cat.