im hung over today. id actually prefer being killed to feeling like this. went to see randall last night got really drunk but went home like a good boy around 0030. thats when i run into a mate who force feeds me E and vodka and drags me back to the club. so i was 2 hours late for work today and im on the verge of dissolving, i feel lost and confused, i sinewave between slightly better than suecidal and complete bottomless void depression. at least i didnt call in sick (or cancel work as i like to put it). i need a drink, some valium, a hash spliff perhaps, an flp session or a movie. and a rusty trombone.