it’s almost 1 am…

i’m on my way to being fully plastered…

texting a thirty-some year old man (that i might be leading on…i hope not) about bob dylan…

thinking about the poetry that i can’t muster up the courage to write…

feeling like i’m forgetting to do something important…

and everytime i get up and go inside my cat starts meowing frantically and bumping against the door. i don’t think she wants to be alone tonight. i don’t blame her.

this is what my life has come to.