it's not a good day when

You leave work early, and you'd cry, but it's already pissing rain and really, what's the point?

You show up at your neighbour's door, and demand that he sell you a cigarette.

You dump off your purse and pour yourself a large whisky. As an afterthought you put in some ice and some soda. (oddly enough, in spite of all the kids walking home from school, no one looked at me funny)

You sit on your front porch in your suit pants and a shell, with your bra straps showing, drinking and smoking (and now, as I have this awful taste in my mouth, I remember one of the reasons I quit. Ick).


Why no, I didn't get the job.