i purchased a blackberry yesterday. well, i bought the skin that protects it. my phone was free with a contract. boom. bam. bbm. it's sleek yet chunky and red and delicious. i feel so business like now. i have sold out. i sell out all the time.
my head feels foggy and i remember sitting on the bathroom floor last night staring at the night light on the wall. i can't even remember how many beers, wine or shots i had. we only went to the pub. i remember dress changes and WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE shticks but that's about it. now i am struggling to finish an essay that is due monday and i have no motivation to start it. i want to watch true blood and just be done with it all. i don't want to write about historiographic metafiction or madness in two different books or an informal essay on how my paper sucked much harder than it should have. it is the eighth month in the fourth year of doing school work similar to this. i am tired of it. maybe i will shower and that will at least revitalize me a bit. at least i get antijitos tonight. no beer.
