come sail away with me

so the story goes...
in philly today. i don't think i've been here (or had any reason to be here) since i was eighteeeen. (hi rhudeee! hi teem!) indeed. and you thought i went all kinds of wrong recently.
not true!

photos are getting steadily better. who said self-hate wasn't good for anything? thought last show should have been much more of a fail, as i was deep down under everything. though i suppose that helped take the edge off, more than anything. well. not more than anything. i've slept in a different city every night for the past week and a different state every few days. redbull is thinning my blood and humping on through my cholesterol-thickened veins. i've made many mistakes recently. i have a hard time accepting my mistakes - it soundly dials up the self-hate.

so the story goes

party continues into the weekend (what day is today?) as i dangle from what's left of my sanity.

discovery of the week: i now have a subconscious sub-process that takes account of things that will fall in an earthquake.

and i've got to be free to caaaaaaaaaaaaarry on