Tonight was a bust. It was interesting, I'll give that much credit.
FYI: Pills + Vodka = bad. Silly friends.
Gala = deathly. I dreamed of a shot. And the bar was right there, 10 seconds away, and I got nothing.
I'm worried about Michael, and I miss him a lot.
Things are weird. I don't know, I wish I did.
R.I.P Pope John Paul. What a bummer.
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