Sunday, November 4, 2007

More sake, planning to have still more sake. Finding lately that alcohol makes the overwhelming terror seem simultaneously more extreme and less of a bother, both the effect of slight relaxation, I imagine.

Ever fallen in love with someone likely to harm herself and others? Should start writing pop songs, feel that I have a knack.

Peretz is still all curled up being adorable. Should really give him dinner, hate to disrupt his blissful state for mere food.

More sake, feed the dog, more sake, walk the dog, more sake, sleep. Makings of a plan.

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