And so, God hath wrought forth his fury in the form of a New Beginning.

"A real hangover is nothing to try out family remedies on. The only cure for a real hangover is death. "

-Robert Benchley-

This is the only quote that I could procure at the moment, so i'm going with it, and it goes well with the mood.

The beginning, like an ending, seems as monumental as the scenes that make the filling of the existential pie. And so...without further adue, I give you: The Junkies' Journal.

And of course i'll have to come up with a witty nickname for the whole thing at some point. And if you're wondering: "Well, what's the junkies' journal?", i'll tell your ass. It will be composed of witty comments including either a story of the previous night, an ironic picture that i've taken myself followed with witty commentary, or a random thought that seems (at the moment) like an Epiphany (also with witty commentary). Let's hope it isn't a huge failure like everything else i've done.

Cheers.