April 27, 2004
Tomorrow will feel like summer, bugs and perspiration. I hate it already. Give me a temperature of zero and some cold ones. My bender has caused me to create methane on an industrial level. I am surrounded by a cloud of beer fart. It's revolting. Waking up has never been easy. Going to sleep even worse. Tomorrow night I will stand on a dock at the edge of Lake Sallie and enjoy an incredible night sky next to an hourglass named Laura. Money showed up. It is all I can do to get rid of it as fast as possible.