Monday, January 23, 2006

Wasted life

So after marathon drinking from Saturday at about 7pm to Sunday at 7PM (with a six hour break for sleep), I slept for 15 hours. And in no way is that pathetic. I feel like the biggest piece of shit ever. There is no point to my days, except for filling in the time between sleep and booze. I guess that's not actually true, at all. Like, not even a little bit. But fuck it.


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