feeling kinda sick/not myself today. it's annoying.

i should sleep.

still this

drinking fake coffee and watching buffy on hulu

i fucking love hulu

its only 5 and i have a hangover, i got so loaded so early i was already passed out by 12. because i crashed a party and they tried to kick us out but we stayed anyway and i drank all their jack daniels and stole their cheetos.


drinking water and eating haribo bears i found randomly in my house and trying to survive. i'll make it.

hungover. omelette saves day. wake'd / bake'd
maybe a hike later.
not sure.

^ that. exactly that. minus the hike bit.

not into hiking? or are you in a city? city and hike equals forgetting your bus pass/ blowing a cycle tire.

all of the above

I've been rocking out since this morning. Feeling very inspired today.

awake since 7am. wow. what the fuck is wrong with me?

hungover

fuck washing dishes with a hangover.
Need V8 that shit kills hangovers.

I'm going in the woods soon. fUck me

i took a bunch of vitamin b6 and vicodin. hangover killed.

im gonna need a beer to kill this one. SAVE ME.

Woke up and went to lunch with my parents, came home and played Majora's Mask in my bed and then watched the Simpsons and sat about. Great day!

Right now I'm listening to the Fugees while cooking noodles.

rockin out

tokin, smokin, jokin, chokin (the turkey for sure)

reelin in, feelin lyn, peelin tin (tomatoes for sure)

feelin pussy, peelin fussy

for sure

checking emails, sending emails, talking to international friends, about to tget ready for work.

which means you did find a job. cool.

I'm drinking a glass of wine and wondering if I need to call somebody to not feel as alone. I just dropped my son off with his mom for a few days and it was the first time I actually drove over there to do it. It was a miserable feeling, and I hated so much to leave him. She invited me to stay for dinner with her an her roommate, who is a friend of mine, but I just couldn't stomach the idea. I don't regret the decision not to. Coming home to Lennon's toys strewn all around the floor was pretty damn depressing though. I should probably do something creative and get over it.

Creative people are cursed with depression but blessed with the ability to create where others can only dwell. Right on, go create!