Last night, I drank seven beers, Blue Boar Ale, and cannot say I
regret the decision. I'm in the process of moving out of my apartment,
which is empty of everything but junk and a few essentials such as my
boom-box and my dishes. Also I have my TV, which I used to watch
Gibson's "Hamlet" last night. I was not impressed. I also watched the
"making christmas" section of The Nightmare Before Christmas, all
through Jack's tragic fall into the graveyard. I am hung over but am
re-affirmed in my love of an unknown God.
after note: I have decided that I would like to be re-incarnated as a
turtle bathing glacially in the warm sunshine that beats on a rock
protuding from a pond in a forest park.