so i have this huge hangover, right? well normally hangovers include the usuals: nasty stale cigarette taste in your mouth, tired, headache, stomach ache. but none of these things exist.
this hangover includes a hacking cough, sore feet, very sore neck, stiff calves, and burning eyes.
but theres an explanation! I went to the Howling Wolf last night with my dear dear best friend daniel before he leaves town for law school in sacramento to see Rebirth Brass Band. We went with a posse of about 6, but they all crapped out by 2 am (losers) at which time daniel and I hung out with rebirth for a while, searched for pot with them around howling wolf (we didnt find any) and then headed to the quarter to do... what exactly, we didnt know. but he's my best friend, and goddamnit, we werent shittin out at 2. we ended up vetoing the idea of wasting money in the quarter, and after having finished off our sneaky bottle of jameson at the Wolf, decided to buy steel reserve tall boys and fried chicken, and loiter at our usual spot on Carondelet, in the trees. we eventually realized that we needed to... walk home? and probably made it about 3 miles before the streetcar came by (after 4 am, even though it stops running at 2...?) and got to my house by about 5:30.
what a night.
ack, my neck!
also, from swimming about a week ago, i have a gigantic black bruise on my ass. well not from swimming-- from falling into the pool on the stairs, chicken sandwich in hand. it puffed up like a sponge and there were gooey bread pieces in the water all night.
i'm a jackass.
my job has now cut me down to 2 shifts a week because it's so slow for the summer. so i've unwillingly gone from working over 40 hours a week to 14. fun! but broketime for me.
in better news, i read about 60 pages in Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami yesterday, just cause. nice.
i gotta go make myself some sort of sustenance before my body freaks out and i turn into a zombie.
this hangover includes a hacking cough, sore feet, very sore neck, stiff calves, and burning eyes.
but theres an explanation! I went to the Howling Wolf last night with my dear dear best friend daniel before he leaves town for law school in sacramento to see Rebirth Brass Band. We went with a posse of about 6, but they all crapped out by 2 am (losers) at which time daniel and I hung out with rebirth for a while, searched for pot with them around howling wolf (we didnt find any) and then headed to the quarter to do... what exactly, we didnt know. but he's my best friend, and goddamnit, we werent shittin out at 2. we ended up vetoing the idea of wasting money in the quarter, and after having finished off our sneaky bottle of jameson at the Wolf, decided to buy steel reserve tall boys and fried chicken, and loiter at our usual spot on Carondelet, in the trees. we eventually realized that we needed to... walk home? and probably made it about 3 miles before the streetcar came by (after 4 am, even though it stops running at 2...?) and got to my house by about 5:30.
what a night.
ack, my neck!
also, from swimming about a week ago, i have a gigantic black bruise on my ass. well not from swimming-- from falling into the pool on the stairs, chicken sandwich in hand. it puffed up like a sponge and there were gooey bread pieces in the water all night.
i'm a jackass.
my job has now cut me down to 2 shifts a week because it's so slow for the summer. so i've unwillingly gone from working over 40 hours a week to 14. fun! but broketime for me.
in better news, i read about 60 pages in Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami yesterday, just cause. nice.
i gotta go make myself some sort of sustenance before my body freaks out and i turn into a zombie.
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The apt is better. The cabinets dried and I havent seen a bug in a few hours. We'll see. Come visit please...when are you back in school? You'll have to txt me the answer to that since, ya know, you can't comment back