Forget everything I said yesterday about getting better.


I just peeled myself of the bathroom floor where I passed out in mere exhaustion about 11 hours ago. I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream about being in some asian prison, being kicked in the stomach by a guard. Waking up and realizing the pain was real, the kicking would have felt like a relief.

Gonna crawl over to the fridge now to check if there's any coke left (emilia, if you're reading this - could you buy a bottle on the way home?) and then go pass out again.

Over and out.

Bridget, wanna switch?