sainthood

I drank all day yesterday, and slept on a love seat until 9 am.
There was no way I was gonna make it all the way through the movie. John Wayne is no hero of mine, but the Quiet Man is a good flick. Anyway, I've seen it many times before.

All the stuff that happened.

Breakfast, Guinness, Work, Guinness, Breakfast. My entire St. Patrick's Day was a palindrome.

All the stuff that didn't happen.

New and unique experiences, a connection, life beyond flirtation, learning that being good equals goodness coming to you.

Everything Else.

sweat and a little fear of the future. some of the time that's why I drink. 

there wasn't a single conversation that turned me on. and I still had a really good time.

sometimes I'm afraid of the present.