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[get_lost_withme]

In an attempt to get some sleep, I stirred up some absinthe, water, and sugar. The sugar may fuck with my sleeping agenda but I'm hoping the alcohol will do its thing and work.

my room smells like licorice.
my chest burns.

this shit is strong.
my tongue is numb.

Here's hoping you work, absinthe verte. the whole fucking rainbow of sleeping pills, xanax, etc., etc. sure as hell didn't do the trick.

I would get my head examined by a decent doctor if I had the health insurance Obama preached about throughout his campaign.

until then...

//oh yeah. I just bought my ticket for Coachella (Saturday only) and booked a hotel room for my posse.