Oooh you're a naughty mess

am crying out for antis/ head v. bad this morn./ intake of yester: 1 btl shiraz (14.5%)/ so yes, my head feels terrible/ i had awful, vivid dreams and woke feeling i could not sleep anymore/ thus up at seven thirty am and typed and read/ then to cafe for coffee and now home and cooking b'fast/ my appointment with the doc is at 1430 and not a moment too soon/ i cannot go on like this/ i feel awful: tearful, low and weak/ thankfully the bitch has passed the mantle to me/ like aforestated, i was depressed when i met her but she's taught me the real meaning of depression/ i am just not enough of an arse-hole to pay her pack in kind (though i wish i was)/ i need to get over it and move on/ i've wasted almost an entire life sunk in terrible woe/ the last few years have been particularly bad though/ it may seem i write obsessively about these things, and i do/ but i have very little else to write about/ this is my life...