this morning #764.

this morning, still drunk off the drinks i’d been drinking right up til some point right before my four hours of sleep, i figured i had an excuse for not going to church today. even with the aid of a shower & perfume, i was still sure to emit whiskey fumes. while i know that jesus accepts me no matter what state i come before him in, my fellow parishioners won’t be so forgiving. nobody needs to be crammed in a pew with the scent of someone who’d taken things so far that they’d closed down a bar with a handful of randoms. even if i made it to the church on time, communion was out of the question. i couldn’t handle wine or wafers right now. i’d have to stay home & pray for the headache to go away.