Jan 25, 2010 15:57
I am so often drunk here that it is not always possible for me to immediately determine/know/remember my current state. Sometimes I will stand up and stumble towards the door and think, "am I drunk? what time is it?" The answer is just as often "yes" as it is "no." Today at 3.52 pm, it's no, but I will remedy that soon.
All the ugly old snow melted and a fresh batch fell last night. As long as my world is white, I am happy here. The snow makes everything quiet. I like that.