i stayed home tonight because i did not want to get drunk in fear of becoming drunk depressed, which i think is worse than just depressed. not that i am depressed, although i've never had a screening so for all i know i could be, but i am feeling fucked up tonight.
i don't even want to write about what's fucking me up.
so will i see you today? st-jean baptise. poutine and alcohol and music and everything that defines this nation.
i'm sorry about yesterday. i called you drunkenly without realising what time it was, i was trying to persuade you to come out, and then things escalated from there.
hope you feel better, call me if you need to.