it took me too long to write that last sentence, so im going to stop pretending i care.

since ive been drinking ive:

a) wrote a long email to kim.

b) changed my away messagfe twice.

c) started a short story.

d) threw up. a good bit. chunks and all. i apologize for the despcrition. i have been drinking, after all, which gives a free way, eh?

e) been dizzy.

g) ran into walls. and noticed i missed f, but not cared enought to fix the situation.

i've stoppped shaking, if that matters.

pretend the walls this big ballf string, you know, the one kittens play with. and imagine the one string p;ucking itself loose, imagine that ball falling loose, imagine it relaxing.

like peewee hermas ball of tin foil. you takr away one level of foil and everything is just left in a pile on the floor. left to be picked up, lkater, by cheri the couch. or is it chaire. cheery?

i might throw up again.

i might fall asleep on the cool tiles, rewlaxed and comfortied by the idea that eeven if my throat burns, even if my stomach roars up, the coole=ness is there, with the distant music, with the pain in my throat.