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Nov. 9th, 2012 | 04:41 pm
location: Homeish
mood: sleepysleepy
music: Indie Rock

Last night I went to Hippy Julie's 41st Birthday Bash - I wound up in the garage with several, with several old friends, topless, with my tits on fire.  Needless to say it was a pretty epic night.  

Photo on 2010-10-14 at 12.27 #3

I'm exhuming myself to better examine
parts of my mind I didn't understand when
I was fully alive and breathing on my own
before the weed and the pills seeped into my bones
and then we fell in love and I got stuck in the fall
opiates spells regrets when you swallow them all

Migraine again - it's the fourth one this week.  
I just want the pain to stop.  I just want some roxy's.  I just want some sleep. 
My eyes feel hallow, completely.  I can literally FEEL my eye sockets.  Which is strange to say.  Hmm...
My dog is barking - every bark is like a nail being hammered in.  I don't have lights or music on.  Staring at this screen probably isn't helping.  -- Then again neither is the fact that I've been working for 8 days straight staring at one all day.  
I threw up today at work because of it - a few times.  I tried not to say anything but we changed buildings and we have stalls now so the girl next to me went and told someone and they sent me home an hour early.  
I really needed that hour... ... ...

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