8:10 a.m. - 2009-05-22
But where is the rum?!?!
I've started breathing the air.
The razor is getting heavy again.
I smile more and it just does not matter anymore.
Those pills in the purse?
They are not for what I told you. I lied about it.
And I've gotten that itichy metal feeling in the back of my mouth.
It is there 97% of the time now.
But there is things going on for the next three nights. And that is funny.
I'm off to buy beer and the like. We need vodka.
