If a year and a half ago (yes, that would be late May of 2004. Go Griffins!) someone had told me that a year later I would face a mental battle that I could not win, I would have probably slapped them for being an insolent bastard. Talk about being on top of the world. Well, at least I know what it's like to be on the bottom, too.

Anyway, I spent the weekend in New York getting drunk and playing video games with a mysterious stranger. On Sunday night I went to Philly and realized halfway through my sixth drink that I still had to drive home. To North Carolina. I slept for two hours and got home at 9 am. I will lie down today.

I don't feel very good. I'm tired, and my brain won't shut up.

But I got to play pool with dunx in Philly, so life can't be all bad.



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