I’d make sure each activity came with an alcoholic beverage, and another, and another. It felt great to feel warmth without warrant. I could rediscover my laughter, the springs that made my smile go. When I’d awake the next morning, the world would feel extra bleak, yes, my face extra puffy and unlovable, yes, but I’d just wait till evening, when I could try to make it all go sparkly again.
