All things end.

Something very special and very old ends tonight. If it weren't for the meds I'd be on the floor right now.

Instead I just sit here slugging down my third whiskey, knowing I have to go to work tomorrow and not caring.

I know what I should be feeling now, I'm glad it's not hitting me but somehow the lack of feeling itself bothers me.

Fourth whiskey. **** it.

Nobody left.