My alarm clock just went off, scaring the shit out of me. I unwittingly set it to go off in the PM instead of the AM while slightly inebriated and forgot about it totally until now. Oops.
Did i mention that i ate a turkey sandwhich yesterday? Every time i eat meat i feel as though i’m sleeping with an ex-girlfriend: i know i could be out looking for something new but i’d much rather return to something comfortable and loathe myself later for it. Or, i could always get a prostitute… errr… which equates to fake-meat turkey. But, afterwards i’m always left with a vaguely unsatisfied feeling and no money in my wallet.