A typical day for Roxy Lalonde

As you wake up you can already tell it's not going to be a fun day. Your body feels weak and numb, your head feels heavy, and you somewhat suspect your neck even hurts a bit. Though all of it isn't really that surprising once you start to remember last night. Yes, in retrospect it all really does make sense, you did drink far too much then you really should have last night, not that you give a shit; Dirk can protest all he wants but it's not as if he's going to stop you. And yes a part of you does admit he has a point, but even still you just really can't help yourself.

And in all honesty it's not like you get utterly wasted at every opportunity because you feel unable to handle the stresses of your life; after all you can go several days even feeling happy and hopeful. In fact you even have days where you feel as if nothing bad could happen. Of course, as if to prove you wrong, life kicks you in the gut the very next day. If you felt horrible and sad one day you'd always feel great and happy the next or the alternative. And other days you'd feel some bland and indeterminable mix of feelings regardless of how drunk you were.

But still somehow you can just tell that this day in particular is just gonna be one of your bad days. Everything about you feels off, your body feels at first that lovely and wonderful numb feeling you always do whenever you've poisoned your liver with far too much booze from last night. But always every time, that numb feeling soon turns into that so very familiar sick and putrid feeling. Your stomach will feel like emptying its contents, your head will beg for sleep, and your body will ache as if it was beaten.
And most of all a part of you will beg and scream for you to just please take a break and rest a bit. But you know that you can't, you have work to do. Though luckily some days you do get a break and despite however you're feeling you manage to find a way to just ignore it all. You can manage any task, perform any action, do anything and still manage to ignore just how much your stomach hates you. Today however, is just not one of those days.

You try to focus of course, you have both a duty to your friends and to this mission and you do understand just how important it is. Yet even if your mind is in agreement everything else about you just refuses to cooperate. So your actions are sloppy, clumsy, or awkward even. So very unlike you really. You try, desperately even at times to fulfill Dirk's orders, and several times during the day a part of you just so desperately wishes you would just stop and rest. But you ignore that part and finish your task, and already you feel a bit better from having completed at the very least something even in your disorientated state. And even better you already start to feel less sick and all over the place emotionally.

And sure enough your work for the day will be completed and you'll return home to rest, and more importantly to numb yourself. Of course you would forget how unpleasant you felt earlier today, for you were so focused on ignoring it that it never overtly occurred to you exactly why you felt wrong in the first place. And so you would relax, you'd perhaps start up a particular game you were really interested in, or maybe you'd just rest a bit; you've worked a hard day after all. Or maybe you'd just listen to some nice music while reading one of your mother's oh so awesome and great books. But no matter what you'd do you'd always journey straight to the cellar and pending on your particular mood of the day, grab what you felt was the strongest drink.

It would be a slow thing at first. After a few sips your body would at first feel warm, then numb. Then sips turn into gulps and soon you feel all giddy again. Your body now feeling some sort of pleasant and wonderfully numb kind of feeling. and soon gulps would turn into entire glasses or bottles or whatever container you'd grabbed. And like clockwork you'd be doing exactly what you were the very last night before, in spite of everything your memories told you, in spite of everything your body told you, you still continued to drink yourself silly.

But because today has been unpleasant for you, you're going to feel worse before you feel better. And so you drink and drink and drink, until every part of you feels so warm and dull. And soon that dreadful feeling starts to creep upon you again. You don't really notice it at first, your time working distracting you from it all. But as you begin to rest, your mind has less to keep it occupied, and then soon that feeling begins to hit you. It's a slow thing at first; you feel just a bit sad or melancholy. Then You begin to feel depressed and slightly hopeless; your recognition of both you and dirk's respective miserable situations only adding further fuel to your emotional fire. And then like so many cycles and roller coasters you hit you lowest point.

You curse your existence, curse your circumstances, and beg to anyone willing to hear or listen to rant you some relief or respite. Of course none comes and you just end up sobbing and babbling like a incoherent infant for a good while. And then, he comes. Your metaphorical knight in shining armor, your one true friend. Your beloved cat Mr. Frigglish. As if sensing your need for a companion he jumps near you and meows a but to catch your attention. You stop crying after a while and look up at him, wondering what he's on about. He responds by jumping on your lap and nestling himself there, purring all contently as most cats are want to do, as if he realized how much in need of a friend you were.

And speaking of friends once you calm yourself a bit you contact a small but close few. Jane, with her inquisitive and humorous self, or Jake with his straight forward and uplifting self, or Dirk with his blunt yet helpful self. And as you talk with them all you realize that yes, while you might not have much, what little you do have, such as your awesome and loving cat, or your great and wonderful friends, or even your knowledge of your talented and exceptional mother; you realize that perhaps things aren't so bad as they seem.

And most importantly of all, you realize that you're gonna have to hold off on playing that game you were looking forward to not just because of how upset the day was, but mostly because of how excited you are to watch the video's your best friend forever Jane recommended to you. And if there is one undeniable truth in all the cosmos it's that Janey most certainly knows her stand up comedians.