You know the old adage, "Loneliness is next to drunkenness"
Apparently I'm not coping as well as I think I am in the eyes of everyone else, because after a recent Facebook/Twitter update, my mom asked me if I'd been drinking. Granted I sent out a request for someone with a steady hand to draw a fake tattoo on my butt at 10:30 on a Friday night, but in my mind it made perfect sense.
See for yourself:
Could it be any clearer?