So, I am constructively dealing with this breakup with heavy drinking and sex. A girlfriend came over for pizza and wine on Tuesday night and that somehow produced a massive hangover, 10 empty wine bottles, and a man in my bed. Apparently, I called him at midnight to "bring over wine." Holy toledo. On top of this, I made the fatal mistake of an angry text to the ex, which does not help to promote a future friendship.
I'm going a little crazy. Can whoring myself out for a short time result in a zen state?