Straight No Chaser

Yucky

i drank two vaults in a row, thinking they would help me accomplish this cleaning job that's needed doing for weeks. the room is clean now, and rearranged for acoustic reasons--my tv's sound no longer has to clash so completely with estee's--but it's two o'clock, and i'm starting to get that feeling like i'll never be able to fall asleep.

so, blues traveler. the allman brothers. helen reddy. all "white people shit" my roommate can't stand, in vague hopes of waking her up so she'll talk to me. which is grasping at straws, as generally i don't care to talk to her nearly as much as is required. but, i'm antsy. i edited a poem. i rewrote the entire end of my island chapter. i registered for the june lsat. i went on a (fruitful) hunt for the missing pink flip-flop. i ordered myself a present (two as-yet-unowned johnny depp movies) from amazon. what's left?

well. an update. things are marginally better. marcus loves me. it's enough.

yeah.