The entire fifth is never my intent - it's just that the one leads to two, the two to three, the three to four, etc and then I'm on fire and an empty bottle seems the only natural conclusion. It's an insatiable hunger. From the outside perspective it may appear to be suicide, but I'm just trying to keep up with the inner demands. The party left long ago.
Just killed today's bottle. Earlier than I'd thought. Nothing left, I dumped the reserves in a fit of inspiration (Thanks, SR & BackToSquareOne) a couple hours ago. Acquired some Valium to help me thru later tonite and tomorrow. Feeling pretty rough, but going to attempt to eat the first full meal I've had in days and then sleep.