02.Oct.2003

i'm going to bed.

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and: (tea?)

I love how the ensuing, sober days are the ones where you attempt to explain all of the Maudlinisms from the night before, and maybe even try to correct them.

Like the fact I have $138.31 to my name. I also know where the money is going.

I wish everything I felt while inebriated carried with me well after I sobered. I wish the world always seemed that promising.

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time & machine