i am essentially trapped on a small asteroid containing only chain restaurants and identical suburban houses and i have no way to leave without walking and that would mean walking for miles and miles and i have no other way to procure alcohol so i think i’m about to drink four 187ml bottles of white zinfandel (which are in plastic bottles by the way) that i’m pretty sure my grandmother bought like five years ago

good lord these are going to kill me

i have to disconnect my brain somehow!