Wednesday, January 26, 2005

An Amethyst in my Pocket

I definitely don't rock. Didn't go to sleep last night. So tired and a little hungry and nauseated right now. Going to meet Hammer to get a pedicure. I think I need a more thorough cure than that. Narc is completely ignoring me. I totally broke my resolution last night. When I told IrishBird about my ghosts, she told me to pray to Jesus Christ to cast them out. I wrote a poem on a napkin. I walked a drunk man named Shamus back to his apartment. I hung out with a guy named Sean Duffy. I have an amethyst in my pocket.

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