last nite i barfed and then i watched a half hour of infomercials about food and the magic bullet and then i dreamt i was hanging out with james hetfield and then these jehova witnesses kicked down the door and kicked me in the throat and threatened to kill us all and i talked in my sleep like linda blair and said A MAN BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND KICKED ME IN THE HEAD and fil rolled over and i immediately woke up and said oh i was talking in my sleep and he said yes, not happy talking though and i felt embarrassed for my culty whisper speak.
i’m giving up beer. my belly is too big. i haven’t been this gargantuan since i was 17 after england and breaking up with that older guy. don’t worry i’ll still drink wine.
