It's been one of those days where the only thing that sounds good to me at the end of the night is:
1. Runaway to somewhere where nobody knows my name. Contrary to the belief that the Cheers theme song likes to say, sometimes you don't wanna go where everyone knows you. It sucks. It means responsibility. It means consequences.
2. Bed.
      a. Alone. Covers over your head, fan on high, drowning out everything in the world.
      b. Not alone. Spooning preferably. With someone I love.
        bb. Stranger that just feels good.
3. Cigarettes.
4. Large amounts of alcohol.
5. Bubble bath and fashion magazines. Maybe a new nail color too.

Reality:
1. Not running away. Fuck.
2. In bed. Alone. Working on homework. Repeat last line in #1.
3. Not smoking. Repeat last line in #1.
4. Not drinking. See #1 in entirety.
5. See all of the above.