Things have been weird for these last couple of days. Last night I stayed out all reckless like drinking and dancing till 4am. This morning I woke up with the taste of hot dog on my slick tongue and mustard on my tired shoulders. What?

I haven't eaten a hot dog in over six years. At least not a real one. Weird weird. I'm growing bitter towards Alaska. With the absence of S. comes the absence of that calming and leveling property he brings to the fabric of my life. I think I tried to chalk it up to getting older and more accepting of everything, but I think he's just magic.

I need a good nights sleep.