Here it is now 11 at night-7 hours before work and i am still drunk, it is more difficult ot type now more than ever. Got a pizza cause you don't know how to cook- got a bottle of Merlot cause you have nothing better to do for the night. You start to think why, an artist can't make it as an artist if he is an alcoholic. Then again that was before you were walking out of the liquor store, and in a suprise you met the Chairman of the Fine Arts department at C.C.M. walking in just as you were walking out, only he was pushing in a shoppping cart as you were carrying a single bag with a single bottle. You greeted each other as if you were passing each other in the halls of C.C.M. and yet it was entirely different this time. You went to your car and laughed either out of irony or fear you would end up in his shoes. Half that bottle is gone now, your alcohol tolerance is not what it once was. In your drunken stupidity you called the crush and feel like an ass now because of it. Your friend called you to say your other friend got in a fistfight with your ex and is probably going to press charges and you realize it's another situation you're stuck in the middle of even though you don't want to be. You realize you'rer getting a maximum of 5 hours of sleep and that's just not enough for the combined 13 hours of school you have waiting for you tommorow. It's going to be a bad week, yet you will probably drink tommorow just to escape. Oh the mediocrity of life. You were doing a decent job of singing in German before though, even though the neighbors think you're a psycho, what else is new? Iggy Ich lese heute in SuicideGirls das alles du Brauchst ist ein freund, und du hast geben das tso mir, Ich sehr will Danke Shun sagen. Du hast bist eine freund, und ich bin dankbar fur dass. If we ever meet up I will buy the drinks. Please excuse my type-o's and my borrowing of your second person perspective, i am somewhat drunk. Gute Nacht.... 