poor liver, no regret
what a week. i haven't been this drunk so many times in a week since senior week in college. oy. my liver needs a break.

the middle of long island is a scary place. not quite country, not quite nyc suburb, as a friend put it. scary scary. should i regret that night? i don't think so; i should try not to have regrets. i should just learn from my experience and move on. regret is wallowing in the past and not learning from it and doing better.