My mood swings and anxiety have reached a fever pitch.
My heart has raced all day. Partly because my diet has consisted exclusively of sugar, caffeine, and salt, I'm sure. To help slow it, I decided to shoot some of that awful pineapple rum my roommate's ex-girlfriend left in our freezer (hey, she's not coming back for it. It's been there what, a year and a half?) BAD idea. The liquor was horribly sweet and thick like syrup. I nearly gagged, chased it with some Crystal lLig
