Well, last night was it, the ne plus ultra, the end: my liver and no doubt many of my friends and acquaintances will be pleased to learn that I'm on the wagon for a while now. It's amazing that I'm not more hungover, but my car is sitting downtown on Lexington Avenue, my head hurts and I am full of remorseful shame and determined to start being a better human being. Or a less alcoholic one anyway. I hereby declare this particular nervous breakdown over. Done. Finished.
Either that or I'll have to throw myself off a bridge or into rehab or something.