05.16.03 :: 10:35 am

Welcome to my hangover. C's party was great, a lot of really cool art ("What made that? A pointillograph?") and dancing and it would have been a really excellent evening (even though I missed the lunar eclipse) except someone had to go and steal $11 out of my wallet.

Not even take my credit card, either... just eleven fucking bucks. This world...

Anyway, this morning I was late to work. It's not surprising. I've discovered my entire life can basically be broken down into a long series of failed attempts at waking up.

God. This Coke is lukewarm.

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