January 1st, 2004

Wonderfalls Flamingos

To those at the party

I'm home, I'm alive, I'm pretty sure my cell phone is still there, my fingers hurt like a motherfucker, and I can't smoke again until this time next year (the only resolution that is certain at this point - if you see me smoking, you are allowed to remove the cigarette from my fingers and extinguish it [note: NOT smoke it]).

I hope my presence was pleasant for y'all - I know I had a good time. Of course, the particulars will manifest themselves in dreams, I imagine. It was very odd, in many good ways. I suppose. Aw, fuck it. Tomorrow I can piece through this one more time.