aenemated

crippled creeping jesus, this weekend nearly did me in. my lungs feel like they're full of 40/40 fertilizer. which is probably a result of the copious amounts of escobar that came my way by way of my honorary big brother. this lead to us sitting in the bar at mandalay bay until 9am or so sunday morning (i'd gone out at 10pm the night before, mind you).

met up with postop briefly at the double down for a few beverages and to try and figure out why our friend that look oddly like val kilmer had decided to go back to the bellagio with some seriously banged up stripper. man, the boy coulda done MUCH better.

i really don't feel like working today. my tummy is still kinda screwey, my lungs are unhappy and i feel a little disoriented. i tried to go two hours without a cigarette and felt like i was coming off heroin.

i'm think i just need to accept that i'm destined for a life of fierce disregard for my well being.