You never realise how human you are until your hunched over on the toilet, the ravages of fun time poisons pummeling your innards, running your tounge along the incriminating film of vice on your teeth. Being festive sure is a bitch. Figure I might as well make the heralding of the new year to be as much like a birth as possible - painful and messy. Was my fondest desire to remain under the comforter and ignore the world. Had to resume my slave position.

Feeling like someone shoved fiberglass insulation into my sinuses. Head swimming in dope pudding. Bar rag syndrome smacking me up. Gonna watch the clock and launch from this den of shit the moment I can.