Weekend nights out aren't what they used to be. Slightly different scene, similar people... totally different feeling. The synergy seems to be gone... and I don't feel as willing to spark it back up.

The urgent craving for alcohol is still there. It's in my blood... and I don't expect it to ever go away. But I won't try to repair a night out at a crappy venue housing a crappy crowd assaulting my ears with crappy music, by dumping wads of my own hard-earned cash at the bar for the shortlived buzz... like I would've in the past.

Cinderella leaves around midnight, before she unravels... goes home sober and smokes a cigarette or two... and that completes her night.