Nothing's too fast - 2004-01-30 - 3:00 a.m.

I have to start off with this. I am drunk. A lot has happened in the past few days. We kicked out Elijah. We're tired of his shit. I'm highly aware that he may read this, but yeah, he was a fucking asshole and I'm fucking glad he's leaving. He's moving out on Saturday.

Because he's leaving I have to pay more rent, and part of his last month of rent. Which means no money for the dermal punched septum. Which means cancelled appointment.

I worked 2 days this week. Today I worked 4 hours, but that doesn't really count as 3 days, cause my boss brought Shade and I to see Torque. It was a shitty movie.

Stina came over. The reason I'm here came over. The turning point was here.

My band is coming over this weekend. About an hour or two ago Rob and I got drunk (and still are drunk) and took turns pretending to be handicapped with crutches and falling down in restaurants in front of people on purpose. It was immature, but fun. And funny.

The last thing I want right now is to stay awake. So why am I not giving in?

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