tiredmountain

I woke up this afternoon to find that I was sleeping with a lamp.
I wandered Boston last night, wholly drunk and mumbling, getting myself lost and finally finding my way home so I could bed myself with an electrical device. If it has come to this than, I will admit to my lonliness. Bars, street corners, everywhere drinking, I was even out in an alley last night, gulping down coors light. It isn't pathetic yet, this was only one night, but now, lamps?, I used to talk to an imaginary football team in the outfield of a baseball park, but sleeping with lamps has to be a problem. And it was my sister who found me in the compromising position and if she tells my mother I'll never get over that guilt. I'm hungry and need to eat, but I have to work on a resume' that's not even mine. I work on other people's resume but not my own, and I hate my job.

I think it's just been a bit too long and I need to get some.