i have just downed 4-5 shots of jager, on top of a 6pack of cheap white trash beer. i have a private, paid for, sublet room, a fan blowing at me, and a laptop computer to wake me up at 12:30p for my 2pm psychiatric case worker appointment. i also have a fine patchwork of cuts made into my arm that, while lacking any deeper artistic integrity, are certainly not non-existent.
now, the only trick is to get me to sail across this mess and land into sleep.
oh shit, yes, i also just downed 2 very worn, soft-edged ativan i’ve been carrying with me awhile, and those are the exact things i am hoping will prope me beyond the land of disorganized excess into sleep.
