I accidentally stayed up until 6am. Oops!
my knuckle-tat is falling out, which means more whiskey-indrinkulation &pain in the living room are on the horizon.
SC is looking sketchy at the bus stop, on her way here so we can go get super-jazzed &draw stuff.
I washed my clothes &my sheets, &bill’s pukeshirt, too! everybody git pumped, because for a whole week I might not smell like armpits!
when I got home last night, the kitchen was like a hamburger on fire &then calliope got out, &now I have these cool gouges in my gut from wrangling her back into the house.
omg dudes, it’s ash wednesday/hump day! you bastards better give up something neat for a while &bitch about it!
that’s it, I’m out. must shower.