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April 15, 2004
The day after a hangover creates a hissing emptiness in the head. Cranial shooting stars burn up in my atmosphere of disgust. Small craters settle on my brain and the dead cells are flushed through ever-lightening yellow urine. The poison is almost out. One more day and the itch for more will be back. This is the day to ponder. This is the day to wonder. This is the day to try to care because by this time tomorrow I will again be numb. Self-diagnosis is refreshing. Self-acceptance is better. But being self-aware of drunkenness is best. I am sane!