another day of dazy hazy.


really, i feel that i'm getting far too cozy with the creeper. the creeper, for those who don't know, is a hangover that only shows up halfway through the day. quietly. you could almost say it creeps into your brain, infecting it with a fuzzy malaise.

and i've had two in a row, two for the slow. my head is going to float away in a tide of red wine and jager on ice and sugar and spice and everything not nice about the morning after.

so here i am with a creeper the size of omaha.

and it's 11 pm.

i wish that this state of mental mush would help me think more clearly. after all, when your mind is free of all those pesky things like real thoughts and plans and everyday blah blah - you should technically have more room for revelation. those eureka moments emerge from the subconscious anyway, right?

and yet, i got nothing.

nothing nothing nothing, and things continue to get blurrier. blurry in a hurry.