I Want to Get Drunk

I wash down my Saint John's Wart with sake.
I want to get drunk.
The problem is mind over matter, the problem is I never get what I want.
I drink a strange amount of water, and sake,
I feel absolutely nothing, but sad,
I take melatonin correctly, for once.
Just about ready to try anything, I wake up to my alarm, confused to be awoken by my alarm, this time.
In a good enough mood to: text Lizz back, send Holly a Bukowski quote, smile at work, call Victoria, eat two salads, call Dylan back, do my homework.


  "dreams aren't what they used to be"

I haven't ingested advil or tylenol of any kind in 5 days, since February 5th, I haven't felt loved in 58 days, since December 14th.