intoxication
so once again i am slightly unsobrierized and i can't help but think about the Dale Earnhardt poster over the sink at 12:30. Briefly paraphrased, "the key to victory is heart". How am I gonna get my essay done, my book finished, my screenplay started in which flesh eating hobos thrive off starving artists looking for cheap studio space. I'll do it. Just give me time. Give me time for another drink. Give me time for another late night live journal post. Give me time to not set my alarm for 5:55 in the am. Give me time to spell check every single word I say. I'm rambling. "It's probably for cable or something", that hole right there beneath my window sill. Fuck. "Nick, what are you doing" "Ah, just doing shit" Goddnight. Daily Show's on.