Crunkity-drunk-drunk

You know when you're a little bit drunk because they had free beer at the Worker's Center party? And you decide (in your partially drunk state) that it's really important that you go buy more paper for the peace crane project you have started in honor of the Veterans? And then you get really excited about all the different designs of paper and suddenly you've dropped forty dollars on paper (PAPER!?) and you think, it's ok, because it's helping to end the war?

And then you realize it's really NOT helping to end the war?

And that it's really just a way to keep your hands busy because wrapping your mind around the awfulness that is the state of the world is really just too much to handle? And pretending that folding a bunch of paper will somehow help all your new friends with 80% plus disability ratings is easier than digesting the weight of an 80% disability rating?

And so you go home and pour yourself a glass of wine because if folding paper isn't going to cheer you up, you may as well get a little more drunk?

Yeah.

I hate when that happens.