i have been clearing out my space of bullshit. i put my futon mattress on the floor. i need to get closer to the earth. it has instantly fixed my back and neck pain. new year’s eve was fun. i got crunk with victoria and brandon. later, we were at a party and someone pulled my phone out of my coat and sent everyone texts while i was wandering around in a daze. i was trying to talk to the people there, but they were a cohesive tribal unit with political boundaries i wasn’t clued into. there was a cute girl who liked to smile and talk about what she thought, but then she started vomiting into her hat. i brought her some water and she went away upstairs. i wandered up to broadway and eventually caught a cab home. i was veering around bombed like a boxcar hobo clown. when i woke up, i remembered i had made an omelet when i got home, and that was why i didn’t feel sick or hungover.
