I’m not suicidal, I just can’t get out of bed.

Wrote this on the 1st, but obviously couldn’t figure out how to post it from my phone in my inebriated state:

So I can still have food and blog. But don’t get me wet. Watchin’ our pals set at… whatever bar this is. Stayted with M I’m rewasonably sure. Drink, drank, drunk, lovely Saturday, despite irritating weather. Got up 10;30am or so, clearedb out my interbutt obligations, then lazed. Now hanging out drunkening. ‘Tis great. Forget the shitty week that came before, and the one that comes shortly. Nod your head to the beat. Get fuckin’ drunk. I wish the rest of my week was like this. Starving artistry is the life for me. <3

So yeah. I got my wish today. Starving artistry it is. Job’s not here. Job went away. Job’s gone.

[edit] The first bit of that thar blockquote refers to the original title, which was something like “It’s still before midnight.” Was trying to stick to daily posting. I’m failing, oh well. [/edit]

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