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Awful Timing

Of all the times to quit the college park pain-cave in favor of the boho chateau of Bethesda, tonight was by far the worst night of all nights ( now a shimmering morning ) to come back here.

How long have I been waiting?

A terrible long time.

Of all the times to leave my phone alone out of pure pessimism.. oh what a tragic mistake to have made.

 I'm on my second wind of insomnia so I'll be up till noon feeling sick and looking absolutely crazy till I wake up again around four. And since I'm up, I'll have more time to dedicate to hindsight.

Talk about terrible timing... I missed out on a glorious chance to get sticky with you and now I'm nearly out of cigarettes.

Curse the luxuries of fine food and furniture. The comfort whore of my babylon.


  1. Your not alone in insomnia. I tripped balls all through last night and "awoke" to the sun rising. Realized I had gone too far and would have to push through the day. Drank two espresso and passed out on the floor. Woke up ten minutes ago and now I'm shitting my brains out and posting this comment. Life is interesting that way.


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