jacquesdemolay

Can't say that I'm surprised to be hungover. The host of the party that I went to last night provided a bottle of Wild Turkey for those of his friends who are self-destructive lunatics. As a result, the end of the night is still a little blurry. It was good time though. It had been too long since the last time I was at a house party, since those are kind of rare in this city.

A friend of mine from high school is in town doing an internship. It's cool having her around, although it is also a bit strange. My life here and my life in Cleveland are so different and seperate from one another that when they combine like this it throws me for a loop. Still, on the whole, it is a good thing.

I'll try writing again sometime when it feels a bit less like a pig shat in my brain.