my right eye is experiencing a pinching pain. my thick skull is throbbing. i was blind last night and i began drunk texting. i'm always worried i'd slip and text the wrong person. at least i delete most contacts. get me some water, please.
to do list: (today edition)
maybe puke some more
find water
take a shit
lay in bed
l a y in b e d
maybe get an advil or four
i can't move too fast. there are crumbs all over my bed. maybe it's just sand from the beach last weekend. (you never want to get caught writing about sand). i can't remember how i got home, but i do recall fighting with the storm. what a mess (swerve). it might've been five. or six. considering i sicked on the toilet twice this morning and didn't feel fine until two pm.
i ran around the storm, soaked and i just wanted to be blown away. (you never want to get caught writing about storms). "i can't remember" and "stop talking" are my favorite phrases. i'll be under this, confusing all my dreams and non-dreams into a big hell that i'd always known them to be. hermit permit, i'm not pissed, i'm sad, and sometimes even i can't tell the difference.
