gayballs

what a miserable evening.
it's just.. wow.

The Harry Potter party was a big success for the bookstore.. something like 800 people made it out.
I was there-- I just didn't know anyone.

I read my new copy of McSweeney's #18's first story and slept in the car. I was drenched in sweat when I woke up. Miami's a goddamn steam bath right now. I sat around and pondered the events of the last few weeks and the possibility of going to a strip club to kill time.. but anyone who knows me knows that's just trouble. as the beer comes, the inhibitions go, and before I know it I'm getting tested again.

The girlfriend's on her way home, I GUESS, and we're supposed to do 'owl deliveries' to a few homes in an upscale neighborhood a few miles away. I think I'll suggest to her that I go alone, since I'm sure she's had an awfully long day. She's just worked a solid-- what-- 17 hours?

fuck this. fuck misery. fuck trying to keep my head above water anymore.
if I didn't have to do this thing tonight (driving, that is) I'd be absolutely obliterated on cheap whiskey.

fuck you, life, for winning tonight. I tried so hard to keep a good attitude, but you just beat me back.