I've been seriously considering visiting the doctor to ask for some happy pills. Nothing long term, mind you, but something to give me a break for a little while. I'm not a big fan of these kinds of things but I figure perhaps beer isn't the best way to medicate yourself, although to be honest, it really seems to work at the moment. It's just that I can't have that nice, mild beer-buzz going 24/7 nor do I want to. Eventually I'll get drunk, then tired, then sleepless and finally just plain wore out.

Also, I'm thinking of joining a gym. I've never bought into the whole exercise-gives-you-energy idea but what the hell? I may as well give it a try. The worst that will happen is that I'll be really sore and irritable and I'm like that a lot of the time anyway.

Last night Joe and I went to Casino, split two pitchers, watched A Fish Called Wanda on the bar tv and I had a casino burger. Then I went home and fell asleep after catching the last half of the new Six Feet Under. That show has really, really gone downhill after the first season. There is no black comedy in it anymore. It's just a really depressing soap opera now. Oh well, I'll anxiously await a new episode each sunday. I just can't wait until Carnivale starts up again.