I've been drunk for a week.

I just realized I've been slightly hammered/buzzed for a week. I don't view it as an accomplishment or something to brag about*, I just think it's strange for me. I get to feeling strange and otherworldly when I drink... not in a mean way, or in a 'commit a crime' way... it just seems that things assume a stark formlessness and the shell of reality seems to prevail itself far more like a tapestry of dreams and simulacra, where real events or occurences don't carry any particular meaning or weight. And all I can do is smile.

Dis-association maybe? I don't quite know how to describe it. It's not like I feel that I need alcohol or anything.

* = Although I would like to remind my readers that, much like Pos from De La Soul, "Instead of zig-zaggin', (I) got a degree in braggin'."