index | archives | notes | reviews | FAQ Monday, Aug. 04, 2008 | 8:03 a.m. [-] Feel sick. Up until the bigger hours of the morning, drank two energy drinks and six shots of vodka and you'd think I was sixteen again, since that's the last time I was this hardcore. Four thirty. We went to bed at four thirty, slept at five and woke up at seven for big bad adult jobs. Nothing feels real. I think I am still shaking, jittery, nauseous, I am not complaining, I did this to myself. Lesson learned. On one side there is an angel next to a skeleton with silver sparkles glued to him. On the other side is medical text, including the word "amygdaloid", which is a fantastic word. We stayed up watching Waking Life, drinking, discussing. If you haven't seen it, do it right now. If you have seen it, I am the second kind of sufferer, and I flip between action and theory. Flip. Flip. Flip. Amygdaloid. << | N | >> whatiscopyright.org