the smell of burning logs
2009-11-22, 12:51 a.m.

I took care of my rebound anxiety with gin in front of a brooklyn campfire. The smell of burning logs got into my freshly cut and styled hair. But I didn't mind. I wanted to eat a pork bahn mi but my friend wanted a lamb sandwich. bad food is so good when I'm drunk.

still not done with my final assignment, but i'm getting there. i've straigtened out the intro and the variables--the most important part. I think it's time for bed, and watching my netflix.