Why can't I have interesting problems like this?
Basically what happened yesterday is i drank an entire bottle of whiskey, stabbed myself in the hand (not my drawing hand), had some kind of delirious breakdown in the hospital, got stitched up and sent back home.
Today I go to see the hand surgeon about my hand and a therapist about my emotions.
I think this is where I'm supposed to make an ironic comment about artistic types. Or maybe pseudo-ironic; it's hard to keep track.
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