Last night I drank an entire bottle of champagne, alone. I had a pretty great time, all in all, but it's a little bit scary that I can consume that much alcohol and not be cripplingly hung over.
I just drank and talked and talked to my brother about the exciting new ideas I keep having about the play I'm developing; it's a lot easier to talk about than actually work on, but this is the first time I've actually felt good enough about an idea to seriously pursue it. It's weird.
I'm used to ignoring my good ideas.
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