Sunday, April 24, 2005

" sacred wasted sunday "

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woke up properly hungover at noon fifteen. spent a good two hours wondering good god why won't my eyes stop pulsating?

head thick with cotton, jaw aslack and askew, neck hurts in every movement, nose in training for a marathon; it's a wonder that i can sit up longer than a few seconds. everything spins funny.

is it okay to feel great, like you're going to throw up, and hungry all at once? maybe perhaps.

went out into the harsh light of an overcast sunday afternoon. hit up JJ where i proceeded to spend altogether too much rapidly-disappearing money on super rad awesome dvdvds.

good news: made 260 baht (about 5.50 bones) selling my buttons, so word to your mother is what i thought then and now too.

it's past 8:00pm and i feel like a pile of human mass.

the day soon to come to an end, rather than a coda to last night, and aching comes from odd and rare angles;

not even janis joplin's gravel-coal voice singing mercedes benz can make my body feel better, but it helps.

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