Work tedious as always. Came home reeking of clove cigarettes and failure. Mine or the sweaty customers? Possibly both. Too tired for shower.

Watched Carrie 2: The Rage under an afghan with C. and R. R. swears he didn't order Showtime. Must be a free weekend. High school girls losing their virginity during senior year? Rrright. Telekinesis more believable.

Took a Benadryl and drank half a can of Coke while C. talked about someone named G. G. sounds perfectly boring. I hope she gives him crabs. Got high as Liz Taylor. Too bad still wasn't high enough to throw something breakable at his head. Mental note: Throw something at C.

Nicely, incredibly, juicily high. Sloppy kiss in the direction of Benadryl package. Neck pain gone. Nose unclogged.