I feel like I’ve been run over by a thousand loaded refuse trucks.
I dreamed in Mountain Goats and Red House Painters lyrics and tunes all night long.
I didn’t sleep for the longest time… I wanted a futon or a bed very badly.
As soon as I get my next advance payment, I’m buying an E-300 and selling my E-10.
I don’t think I’ll drink again for quite some time.
It has only been two weeks. Christ almighty.