vegas, the all-you-can-eat recycled air place, featuring cigarettes chained together with rapid-fire exaggerated conversations around the circle bar, liquid libations and other lubrications to dazzle the mind and body. these things seem to have taken their vengence on my delicate sensibilities. the path of destruction was not only in the trail left behind me, i seem to have brought a little bit of it home with me.
my sleep patterns are screwed. i passed out right after work last night, bubblebubble, woke around 10PM and stayed up the rest of the night croaking at the dumb tv while organizing a towering stack of business cards; "hosting company, hosting company, new message board, hosting company..."
Last edited by PeerPatrick at Jan 10 2004, 09:14 AM
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01-10-2004
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