that evening was interesting. it involved several beers. i lost count. i was sort of disturbed at my own tolerance for alcohol. the bills have piled up. i need to send them out, before the great destruction. miles is a warrior, but his puke needs to leave my bathroom today. chris was a nooch, leaving us stranded at limerick junction. the dude from norway was pretty trashed. mr. "i've only been in atlanta for a month" seemed to be ok, but at the same time regretful he started a conversation with me. they will meet miles again in the future. i need to clean up my place before my parents come up for graduation. that means destroying the tupperware with the mold in the fridge. that means throwing out the trash. it also means i need to smoke my entire stash, and remove traces of ashes, matches, and lighters and what-not. otherwise, things are looking up. 