A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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one thing after another

seven hours after i started drinking. my stomach refused to allow me to take one more drink after the 11th tall-shot around (which i figure by volume makes about regular 18 shots and all i got was a really strong buzz when i wanted to get into sleep territory) the time i wrote the last entry, i am coherent again, i can feel all the sensations that were blissfully numb when i was toasted and worst of all here it is a little after 2AM and not only am i not drunk, i am wide awake even though i got up 5 hours earlier than i would on a saturday and took no compensatory nap at any point


makes sense though, no?



one way or the other Murphy just has to intervene

2:04 a.m. - 2002-12-22

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