Was hoping to see that faggot Time Machine, some real proper Street Thunder raging, but I wasn't going to wait up.
I did all my homework Saturday afternoon (stoned out of my gourd). Wrote a business paper on the 1998 acquisition of Lamborghini by Audi AG. It makes more sense to say that VW purchased Lambo since Audi is just a subsidiary (you should be able to tell how passionate I am about this).
Met up with some girls at a restaurant for dinner Saturday night. Drank a shitload of gin before I got there. We got a table near the TV and I got real demanding about watching college bball. Ordered 2 beers a time, one of those kinda nights. Went to a few other bars, ordered 4 beers when I first got there, one of those kinda nights.
Lushed it up the whole time, surprised I didn't take my shirt off, talked a lot of shit, 2 hour block towards the end of the night I don't remember but Jamie tells me I had a total meltdown right in the middle of a board game. Fuck board games.
Felt like total shit yesterday, barely ate. Made some more bad decisions resulting in complete paranoia by about 6pm. Felt like a schizophrenic and forced myself to bed at midnight after contemplating suicide for about 4 hours.
Which brings me to now. The suicidal thoughts are still present of course. I don't even know why I'm writing this (fuck winter it's 29 degrees, in the teens with the wind chill).
Woke up this morning around 8am. Told myself I'm going to start taking better care of myself (we'll see how long that lasts). Just finished eating 5 eggs, 4 pieces of bread, and a bowl of oatmeal thinking that this would somehow appease all of my internal rage. But still, I have no discernable emotions besides anger and hatred. And a physcial feeling of malaise. I can't help thinking that I'm going to vomit my food along with pieces of stomach, the whole mess tingered with blood to top it off.
Come to think of it, that would be a real sweet bridge between the end of my weekend and the start of my week. If you can't agree, we may never be close friends.
Woke up this morning around 8am. Told myself I'm going to start taking better care of myself (we'll see how long that lasts). Just finished eating 5 eggs, 4 pieces of bread, and a bowl of oatmeal thinking that this would somehow appease all of my internal rage. But still, I have no discernable emotions besides anger and hatred. And a physcial feeling of malaise. I can't help thinking that I'm going to vomit my food along with pieces of stomach, the whole mess tingered with blood to top it off.
Come to think of it, that would be a real sweet bridge between the end of my weekend and the start of my week. If you can't agree, we may never be close friends.
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