breaking promises, like that brick through the plate glass window

i promised myself that i wouldn't:
send any email messages
make any posts or
blog comments
after being this-early-drunk

damn. damn it all to hell. ; )
[apologies, all around.]

it's been awhile since i've had a night like this one. and it feels good. right down to my crazy socks, hidden right beneath these boots that i'm wearing without the intention of walking away, anywhere.