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May 23, 2005 / 11:28 a.m.
Ahh, such a nice day.
Fell asleep on the couch, after stumbling home for 30 blocks. My goal was to watch the end of the documentary i had about a war photographer. That seemed quite touching earlier in the day, at a more sober moment.
I passed out on my couch, and woke up with my fucking jacket being used as a very half way blanket, with my legs poking out. And all the shit i had stacked on the side of the couch i don't use thrown over the side and onto the ground.
All this despite the fact that my bed was less than five feet away. What was I thinking?
It is so nice today, though. So it sort of alleves or soothes any of the bad behavior, makes you forget about it.
I'm tired and hungry.