Main-lining tequila.
Fun in theory, though a bit harsher in gray light of next day. Waking up on v. cold bathroom floor in wee hours of morning (miraculously in PJ's but still wearing make-up and glasses) not exactly glamorous. If am trying to prove Over-Reactive Sister wrong, am doing fine, fine job, must say. Will now revert back to other Self-Destructive Coping Mechanisms that do not produce coma-like results or unnecessary bonding with certain porcelain bathroom fixtures.
Am still searching for some sort of mental-recovery technique that does not involve causing bodily harm or incurring substantial debt. Again, will seek therapy in early thirties when can afford it.
For now am feeling overwhelmed. Not only with Fish's-Family-is-Crazy feelings, but am also caught so off guard by amazing amount of support received from unexpected sources. Am v. grateful fish.