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Well, back from Vegas and just woke up from a six day bender. Didn't sleep the last 3 days, and can't really remember Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday I realized I had forgotten to eat and had survived on alcohol since Monday. I probably shouldn't have began my trek back into the world of food with oysters, but the Crazy Armidillo has the best fresh horseradish...mmmm. Apperently 11 hours of sleep is enough to get me through a week-long hangover waiting to happen. Must admit I am a little hesitant about putting fluids back into my system though. Beneath the space of time the feelings disappear,If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself, I would find a way.

In other news, a friend of mine slammed my personal style. Heh, I guess it's only kool to be anti-conformity, if it's againts the masses, not smooth in a room full of punk . Tis ok, I'm gonna be me anyway . ...plus, although she would never admit it, deep down, I think she likes it ...

My cat, who has always had abandonment issues, won't let me move two feet away from him now that I'm back. His apperent panic while I was away has caused him to shed on every square foot of every space that he's not allowed to be on. I guess even in the animal kindom, desperation will inspire negitive attention as a means to gain attention.

Not gonna unpack today, of this I am sure.

More to follow...