Drinking really just bums me out.

for me, classic.

unless you mean that other people's drinking bums you out?

Drinking and waking up hung over without anything to show for it = dud.

Not drinking and realizing you've got an extra $60 in your wallet at the end of the weekend to spend on new releases on Tuesday = utterly classic!

Drinking

Begins with extreme desire and hope. The day I know I will be drinking I think about it from the night before and the whole day. I resist until after 8. Immediately I purchase some alcohol I drink helplessly. It doesn't feel comfortable not to have a drink in my hand. I sincerely believe that some kind of breakthrough in my relationship to someone, to something, is going to occur. However, having begun to drink, and feeling slightly pleasant, nobody actually seems any closer to me. The only way to cope is to drink more. Having drunk more, I feel even more irritable about not being able to express myself. I attempt to explain myself at great length, with few inhibitions because I'm drunk. It doesn't work and, irritated by peoples lack of response, I drink so much that I am no longer able to see properly and feel scared. I start to panic and go home. If I try to close my eyes I feel nauseous. I'd rather be asleep but I'm too anxious to just submit to the dizziness. I have to lie awake 'reading' with double vision for an hour. Then I wake up. I must have fallen asleep. It's about 7 am. I can't get back to sleep but I don't want to get up because I feel exhausted and like I will vomit if I move. After a couple of hours I feel like I can get up and have something to eat. I think I feel OK. About half an hour later I have to be sick. I feel incredibly depressed thinking about the previous evening and the future. But I still can't quite reconcile myself to living an unadorned (by intoxication) existence. 10/10

she said she thinks the score is her rating of how pointless that particular thing was