waking

[machinery]

I've found sleep on my apartment carpet, but departing is something I disregard:

I wake with irritated eyes again. The black sheet that is suppose to cover my window is over my monitor?I need curtains. I rollover; my cheek grows wet from drool. Empty beer cans, a overturned ashtray and an open pack of cigarettes lay used around me. I reach my arm out to grab the cigarettes with success. Where is a lighter?

I tried to piss and look at myself in the mirror at the same time; I ended up pissing on my foot:

The floor tile is cold. I look down to see that my dick is still hanging out from my boxers. My toothbrush is gone, or atleast it's not in the spot it's suppose to be in. I give up looking and turn my head towards the mirror. College hangs over the elastic of my boxers. What chest hair I own protrudes grossly from my man boobs. My frail artist, no real work in my teenage years hand rubs what I think to be a weeks worth of stubble on my chin then moves left to one of the two spots on my face that don't grow hair too well. I need to shave, but I'm too lazy. One plus seven is eight. I shut off the light and walk towards my room.

I had a cigarette ready in my mouth. I found a lighter with no fluid and a matchbook with one stick left:

The flame dies. My cigarette remains unlit.

[crazy a]

Misery is funny.

[Hannibal]

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LMAO
Nice... I so can see this... it's damned cute.

[machinery]

yea, hangovers suck....ha[/LIST]