"Did I say that outloud or just think it?" We didn't go out last night to my disappointment. I did get drunk though. I used my old method and it worked out perfectly. For now? Yes. I watched Fear and Loathing again. I'm addicted to that movie. Quintin Tarontino? Whatever. He's a fine director, indeed. Today I've already managed to skip one class. I'm thinking about skipping another. I've faked some document. And I feel sick as hell. It all makes sense. DRINKING = HANGOVER OR ILLNESS OF THE MIND "Exactly my dear Wattson." I wish I didn't have to go to that journalism class. I hate it. And the guys just going to make me feel stupid. He does. Always. Plus I don't feel like seeing Pat today. Not at all. Maybe he's ill or avoiding me and won't be there. Of course, he has nothing to avoid. Or gain by avoiding me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh! My mind is indeed a wicked place to dwell. You feed me lies. And I'll feed you hell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So anyways. I better get going before I'm late to that class and end up skipping because I don't like to be tardy. "The late bird never gets the worm and ends up starving to death in some bird bath down near some brothel." And than I said I was done. And I wasn't. But I am. DFN.