i woke up in a daze of hyper-cuddled dehydration... hungoverlor!

on account of yesterday's schedule, i sustained on a million coffees and an onion bagel with sundried tomato cream cheese. ((worth it))

i would sign contracts to eat NOTHING ELSE but ONLY ONE of those every day for the rest of my life they are so amazing! quick! everyone don't go to jupiter house and buy them otherwise they might be sold out... they were almost out of my cream cheese but turns out they're liars and it was bountiful.

i read hamlet.

some dumb boy ((i will totally remember your face when i see you walking around the mall with a girl on your arm and call you out on this!!!)) clogged up the toilet in jupiter's bathroom. it is possible this was done strictly of malice and spite.

post-hamlet, i schizo-ed to andy's for some whiskey to settle the effects of the coffee. seems logical.

i drank myself less angry and fell in love with some dude that probably only sings well when i drink. i'm okay with this.

i returned home, but not before losing my wallet. this is key...

feeling particularly anxious, yet still unaware of the absence of my moneyfolder, i crept ((stumbled)) to the bathroom for a chillpill ((yes, those are real)) that may or may not mix well with alcohol.

UPDATE: i checked the label, and, no, they do not mix well with alcohol.

i was awoken hours later with an extreme longing to vomit, but realized that if i spew, i will undoubtedly poop my pants.

((to be continued))