the greatest moment

is waking up, incredibly hung over, and realising you have coke in the fridge. goddam im hung. i was forced fed waay to much booze last night; with far too many people handing me tequila (the thought is making my stomach turn) wishing me happy birthday. aaaaahhhhh. this morning i can barely see straight, and my god is my head pounding. its taken me about 15 minutes of staring to realise that i was posting here. wasnt sure why i was in the study. its going to be a long day; i need more coke, and dvds. and nothing that will require any form of thought process. im starving hungry too (especially after having vommed up any form of dinner including the gatsby roti we consumed) but dont have the energy to cook the eggs i so desperately crave; also fear the smell will set me off again. dammit.

maybe| take out|| is the way forward these days. right now anything would do.