Sep 29, 2003
Maybe the lasting effects of too much alcohol or drinking same in the wrong order. Maybe the aftermath of staying up until dawn and then spending the whole day out in the overcast. Maybe the product of a long, late night drive. Maybe the lingering suspicious shake-up of being approached at my front door by my latently apologetic neighbor. Maybe the end of September and the last vestiges of something like summer. I just feel hot and woosy and uncomfortable. I wonder if I will be bleeding from the eyes before the paint dries.
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