The hangover was brutal. Period. God, Jesus, Buddha and Tom Sawyer were all powerless to make me feel any better. But between bouts of worthlessness I did manage to get a lot of reading done, and a little thinking. Nonce is finally being "published" (I really wish it was going to be in actual print, but alas!), and I'm so incredibly happy and proud to share this with you all. Click on my name in the column on the right to read my poem afterward, but read this one first. Because this one is singularly, spectacularly awesome. Even more awesome than the baby 'possum that I'm making friends with who lives across the street, but only by a little bit.
No drinks today. As far as I'm concerned, no more drinks ever. Of course I'll probably break that by tomorrow afternoon, but I do seriously plan to never go out again without having eaten first. Bad business, that. And, as it would turn out, if we hadn't split so quick, I could have scored some drunken KFC. The Colonel would've fixed me up no problem.
Drink Count: 0
Okay, I know my young Canadian neighbors get a lot more face time on this site than the other two people that live there, so in honor of that, here's Martina and a wombat (it's not my neighbor (Stella don't like pictures) but this fat-ass hamster is too cute!!). I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel with these pictures-- perhaps I'll take the camera down to the beach tomorrow and get some of the tram and city for all you lovely people.
Man, wasn't this awesome?
1 comment:
I dunno man, watering the garden of apathy is a pretty sweet phrase. You should copyright it or something, maybe creative commons. Sounds like you had a crazy night. I haven't had one in a while although after being in Amsterdam for a couple months maybe I will.
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