I'm more than accustomed to the fact that alcohol leads to sad. However, what's the world coming to when I don't get the happy fun in the middles? Seriously, two beers should not create the current state of depression. I'll attribute it to my general disenchantment with life at the moment. The same way that being happy and engaged in life would help to make me a more interesting person, it might give the alcohol a better foundation from which to work its magic. In the meantime, I'm smart enough to know that the current state means turning off my phone and going to bed before I do something I'll regret. Oh my with the regretting...