Surprisingly

I have no regrets about how drunk I got last night.

Seriously, it was probably the happiest I've been to be sitting around doing nothing in quite a long time. I'm not sure when that last time was, but I know I've occasionally enjoyed sitting at home, alone, doing absolutely nothing, while completely sober.

Just not a lot lately.

Anyway, I managed to get past the problem in my story that I was rambling about last night. Right now, it's all about the order of events that I've got to work on. I don't quite know how I'm going to get my characters from point A to point B (point A being a plot point that should be coming up eventually, and B being the final confrontation).