Hangovers and by proxy, hang ups.

Oh the longest beach in the world was last night.

I didn't even know i had three long beaches. This led to me loudly lamenting what a bonkers-ass thanksgiving I had and the delivery of strange looks from strangers.

Last call was at 12:30.

I am now buzzing on legal speed. I am not sick anymore and now this is purely for dietary consumption. It feels great, and has mostly eliminated my headache. Or maybe that's the water. My eye has attempted to escape my head and i feel like I can literally shoot lasers out of it.

One cig + one pill = good to go.

People are coughing near me though and my inner germaphobe wants to just run all about the lab with the recently acquired sanitizing products. I am doing my very best not to gag openly.

I am cutting all my hair off. I am through looking ordinary. Today is a day for dying. Not death, but dye.

But of course this is the one day this week, everybody wants a piece of me.

I am through with Kalamazoo. I am through with not knowing what I want.

I know I want school, but the finances are astronomical and my grades are pathetic, and I don't know who would say that I am skilled beyond who I am, who I was, on paper.

Right now nothing sounds more appealing than some okay 9-5 job and classes at The Second City. Right now I think I could be a stand up comic. My life is just one really bad joke that only God and I seem to find funny.

Let's go.