March 2nd 2022 Today I regret having one drink, and as well as that I regret not having more than one drink. One drink is the worst amount of drinks you can have. One drink gets you going enough that you’re briefly quite giddy, but it also makes the thought of being home alone for the evening doing nothing but flicking through your phone super depressing. And so to prevent that lonely feeling I should’ve just got ratarsed. For my American reader, that means “drunk” in English. Not that anyone actually says it. And thus the regret for having a … Continue reading Ignorance