What the fuck is an internal fart? Anyway, had my very first class as a post grad creative writing student, which involved an hour of talking and then writing a story on the spot which I then had to read aloud. Phillip's only response was "He can write, that he can..." which is immensely encouraging. Martina and I felt we deserved a trip to the UniBar afterwards (hurray enablers!) and had a jack and coke and a pint of Tooehy's New. Then went home and rather than work on th
at story, I watched Cars with the neighbor girls and drank a bottle of wine. Colleen took so much pity on my lack of food that she made me take home two pieces of bread at midnight so I would have something to spread my peanut butter on. And STILL I have no impetus to actually go out and buy groceries. That's for sellouts-- I scored free stir fry last night, I think I'll go double or nothing tonight.Drink Count: 7
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