junkeragentseed

so tool is still here, and the whiskey continues flowing at my house, and as a result, i lie here in bed, to ill to do much beyond playing stair dismount and listening to jenn ghetto's sadstyle over and over. just the song, not the whole album. for the record, whiskey may turn me into a braying idiot loudmouth, but falling asleep in seconds certainly beats the normal hour and a half. even if i do vomit before and afterwards.

it took me entirely too long to type that out and make it coherent. i can only pray i feel better in time to properly enjoy pirates of the caribbean.

update: i did.

all is illness. for some reason, there is also a girl in our house. this will not stand. someday, i will see that i no longer have anything worth saying.