Way too drunk to be blogging, but here I am. In a stairway in the hotel next to our hotel "stealing" their WiFi. Stayed in the bar in the main floor of our hotel with the brother-in-law until midnight (EDT). Watched baseball on the big screen and otherwise did normal stuff this evening. Today everyone pretty much got to do what they wanted to. I got up with J and the kids and went to breakfast. After that I went back to sleep while J and the kids went miniature golfing. Then J and the two boys and I went shopping in the quaint, little downtown here. I went jogging while J and everyone else played on the beach. I met them for dinner after jogging. J2, G and their cousin went into the cold
lake after dinner. I hung out with the brother-in-law at the bar for sometime after that. Now I am totally wasted and regretting every sip of it. It is getting worse. Such a mistake to stay at the bar with J's brother and keep drinking. I just had beer while he was mixing beers with shots of Jagermeister. I want to puke, to purge myself of this stupidity. But stupidity comes in many forms: drinking too much, borrowing too much, lying too much. I have done plenty of the later most of those, now I just do the first of those occasionally. Now is one of those occasions. I want to sink into oblivion. That is where I am happiest, because there I do not exist. There, in dreams, I am no more. Just a passenger, just an observer am I in dreams. I should become a Buddhist so I can just watch, just observe life. Take it in and not care. If I care, I hurt. If I ignore, I don't. If I sleep, I dream. If I dream, I live. If I wake, I don't know what to do.