There's a fire extinguisher in my shoes

and if that didn't make sense to you, my friends, then i never should have just said it to that old lady.

so, well, it's not quite that bad, but it feels like it. i drank last night and it's another day of going through the motions perfectly correctly but afterwards thinking, 'holy shit, what did i just say? i could have just said anything for all i can remember. but no, i guess it went smoothly. i guess i was normal.'

i just stared around for the last ten minutes. it sucks in my head. but that's me for you.

in continuation