Me eyes are sore. I have memory loss. Again. On the walk home... (why did I insist on that? Did I walk home from the rat?) I remember I had stopped in on Design labs... rushed here this morning to make sure I didn't post something horrific. I remember struggling to type, and holding my keys through my fingers as I walked in case I was attacked. I'd have been useless if I was.
Maybe I'm just searching for the happy medium in drunkenness - I'm not happy if I'm too sober, and blank mornings like this freak me out. So I keep drinking to balance it out.
Oh, and the tie photo has been taken. It's not as nefarious as I'd hoped. I'm so soft.
So soft, in fact, that I'm off back to bed.
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