I didn’t eat all day.
Then drank some lovely forties.
Like I always do.
Get ghetto when alls I have is four rupees.
But as stated before, I didn’t eat all day.
So those two forties(plus a sixteen ouncer) REALLY fucked my shit up.
It was a good night though.
Hung with Jeebs, Cory, Mike, Jooce, and then eventually Ed.
We all hung out.
Played rock band.
Then talked for a bit.
Then I was past the point of feeling good.
To where I just up and trashed.
And had whataburger.
But it came up the next day.
Then on sunday, I had the worst hangover ever.
I woke up at three, but my day didn’t really start until five.
Jeez, it’s rough.
Things are alright.
I feel like I should write about more meaningful things.
But do not have the right words to say them in.
So I just let it build up in to a soup.
Eventually something has to over fill and flow onto paper/notepad/computer screen, right?
My insomnia has been worse as of late.
But some good enough rest would be nice.