Sometimes I drink my dinner

Some nights (like tonight), I choose to drink my dinner. This usually entails me starting with "just one glass" and then snowballing into a bottle, sometimes a bottle and a half. Yes, I am a lush. I wonder what other people do when they drink alone? I like to clean and think too much. It's usually stupid thoughts (last week I caught myself in a 10 minute thought about flossing my teeth) but sometimes it's deeper. I usually get to thinking about things that only make me sad and then I get depressed and have to remind myself that this is why I should stop drinking alone, but hey - what are you gonna do? It's interesting because for the most part, I'm a pretty optimistic person. Why do a few glasses of wine turn me into a sobby mess?

On a completely different subject, I watched a little show called Who Wants to be a Superhero? last night. Whoa! This is possibly one of the most insane concepts for a show I've ever heard. I mean, you can never actually BE a superhero. Sure, you can get the outfit and the name and a concept, but you'll never acquire those powers. You'll never be able to solve crimes in a tidy little 20-page story. I get it - the object is to be in a comic book, but you don't write it, it's not really about YOU, so what's the point? It's like having a show about people who want to be a dog, or an alien, or a mermaid. You just can't do it! And these people bounce around and posture in these weird comic-book-like poses when they stand. Like someone has drawn them onto the spot they're standing. Just as bad is Stan Lee. I mean, I thought he was kinda cool, but he's dead serious about this. He makes little "challenges" for them and is really into it. If it wasn't so mesmerizingly ridiculous, it would be kind of sad. Well, if I were on the show, I'd be Miss Sarcasm and my power would be to make fun of anyone, anywhere.