There is evidently an ideal moment to begin writing. For me at least. This moment follows the first drink but precedes true inebriation. I am past that point. I am lost. Tonight, I cannot write.
Right now, as drunk as I am, writing is not good. Obviously, I manage. I am not so drunk I cannot make sense of the words I write, but my emotions are unhinged, I am liable to descend into needless melancholy. I believe it is important to write with joy, to say YES! to the world, even when delving into the darkness.
Tonight I have drunk too much.