hasselhoff

I feel like crap. My heads on straight for the time being but I've got a stomach that prays for death.

Saturday night was pretty decent. One of my old friends from charlotte came into town. Met him for dinner and he was like "wanna go see sisters of mercy with us? I'll get you a ticket and pay for your booze." I was like "ok". Cool show. I was a big fan in high school. Hmmm.... memories. The bad decision was digging into his ibuprofen bottle full of over the counter speed. I know that's lame but I was trying to keep up. He's a chatty insomniac and unless I'm misbehaving, I'm nodding off around 2. It's two days latter and I'm still hating it. I'm dreading having to walk back from the train station tonight.