There's something in the air today that makes me think the world is not going to end tomorrow. It's the first time I've felt it in months.

Perhaps it's the volcanic ash?

Crammed another weeks worth of fun into 48 hours again this weekend. Saw CONSTANTINE, and you know what? It didn't suck. That's pretty much all I can say in its defense.

Drank consistently all weekend. Went to movie night Sunday. Didn't watch a movie. Just smoked pot and drank and talked nonsense. Pathetic.

woke up today with the god of all hangovers. I even puked. In fact I had horrible liquids squirting out of every hole in my body ( Read more... )

Woke up at 5am after a 14-hour marathon nap. Got too stoned and drunk yesterday, to the point that all conversation devolved into incoherent gibberish. Then I slept straight through my day off. Either I needed the sleep or I'm depressed ( Read more... )

I spent my one night off this week getting drunk with a hot girl at a bar. This never happens. I don't even remember how to make the move on girls anymore. I'm used to Bay Area girls that just attack you when they want a hookup. The end of the night was awkward and now she probably thinks I'm uninterested or gay.

Sucks.