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This water will be my vodka, I'll drink my sorrows down.
-- this song will be the smoke to fill my lungs and ease my head

I wish that was a quote from somewhere to give it context.  I guess it does have context, though, since it came from my head while I was drinking water and feeling melancholy.  Just like everything else these days, I feel like it should be part of a song.  But I don't really feel like taking the time to make it a song, so it's just jotted down for a rainy day.  Of course, since I don't smoke and I rarely have a drink, the beautiful irony is that I'm sitting here drinking water and thinking about people who deal with stress and melancholy moods with alcohol and cigarettes, mentally stepping into their minds and filling their shoes.