Friday, August 13, 2004

Black Coffee and Cigarettes 

It’s ten to five in the afternoon and I’m still pouring scalding coffee on my wrists in an attempt to banish the hangover. The pain has subsided but now it’s gone all metaphysical on me, filling my heart with fear and loathing.

Gobs of trouble planned for the weekend, so I better get myself up to fighting strength soon.

No better way than hair of the dog, I suppose. So where are we drinking?