2005-06-25 - 3:00 a.m.
there is a bird of doom outside my window, it's squawking at me. the squawk tolls for me.
this time of the morning always gets me down into reflective mode.
I pick up my phone and put it down, pick it up and put it down, pick it up and put it down. What the hell am I doing? it's 3am, I'm not gonna call anyone. and even if it weren't, there'd be nobody to call.
maybe if I was drunk. I've never made a drunken phone call. and i do have emergency vodka... vodka which admittedly smells suspiciously like nail polish remover, which is probably why I have yet to declare an emergency to date.
you ever made any drunken phone calls? tell me some stories.
that's a good idea actually, I might try to read something to distract myself, and then go sleep this off.
I still want answers, though.