Time drags on. Got wasted last night w/ Palu and his roommate, we killed a bottle of tequila and half a bottle of vodka between the three of us. I passed out on the couch and when I barfed this morning (very quietly—I’m getting good at puking quietly at my friend’s houses so’s not to disturb anyone) there was blood in it. Cripes. Palu and I killed some of the day watching a KISS movie, pretty much the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and also the largest TV event in history when it came out in 1978. Go figure. I’m running myself down now, and I’m getting to the point where I can’t even get my pecker up enough to make those damn phone calls, send those damn e-mails, do all that I need to do to keep stuff going. Though I should be out and enjoying the place—Olympia is a pretty neat town-- I’m counting the days when I get back to LA and see Allie again. After that, I suspect I’ll be counting the days when I get back to NY and this whole sorry folly is over. Cripes, it’s really not that bad, I just got to get my drinking under control.
Posted by Mishka at June 15, 2004 01:46 PM