by Tomorrow's Man
October 09, 2005
1,3,7,trimethylxanthine: 300MG
God, what did I do to myself last night...was that dancing? I remember dancing...I remember the dancing, but not the driving. Who was driving? I hope it wasn't me. It couldn't have been. It was cold last night, I would have been awake for that. I was awake for the llamas; that's how I know I wasn't driving.
Llamas, everywhere. No idea how I got there or when I passed out, but I woke up at the llama farm with the back of my head in a warm pile of the result of whatever it is llama's eat. I still smell like that pile, like some sort of rancid, crazy barley.
This coffee isn't helping. Three cups to get my limbs moving and my stomach jittering. Oy.