January 10, 2007 § Leave a comment

Sick. Tired. Dishes to be done. Cat to be fed. Writing indefinitely on hold.

Two weeks couldn’t be further away.

Today, I felt almost everything I read. Sparky: “I miss my drunken, extroverted, libidinous self.” Dude, you and me both. D: “Who knew that it could be so boring?” Fucking right, who knew. Something Andrea wrote about missing her friends, but then she deleted it.

I’m going to have a glass of scotch before bed, sickness be damned.


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