Fuck, I'm thirsty. I had a hell of a time sleeping. I woke up repeatedly thinking about it. I know I should have just gotten up but I was tired, old chum. Seriously, Diary, I was so obsessed with drinking that I had a dream where I was just standing in my kitchen drinking a glass of milk.
It was a short dream. I wonder if this is a sign that I need to work harder to hydrate myself? In hindsight, I didn't really drink enough water yesterday. I also had taco bracos for dinner and those are quite salty.
I need to do a better job of keeping myself hydrated, Diary. In anticipation of this, I've decided to go to the store on my way home this evening and hit the liquor department like Nic Cage in Leaving Las Vegas. I'm grabbing a bottle of everything - to go! Maybe I'll grab a hooker with a heart of gold and great tits while I'm there ;-)
That's all for now, Diary.