I am going to start writing again. I swear. In a fit I seem to have erased all my entries, but soon enough (possibly tonight) I will get to it.

I could watch opposing escalators forever.

I need to figure out a way to be both drunk and functional-it feels downright wrong that they should be mutually exclusive. I am thinking of a world where I can imbibe liberally and still be coherent enough to string a couple of measly words together. This is my problem: Once I start, I just can’t stop. I’m like the Pringles of the drinking