God I’m still so sick…
And it’s just me and BJ here right now (and I think someone in a back room, but they’re busy? might be Crow?), so he’s really not fucking helping in general, because when does he ever.
Although, he has had a lot to say on the subject of being dead. Not that it’s necessarily relevant, but it’s distracting enough.
Ugh, I’m just… Upset at myself, more than anything. Fuck, I’m an idiot.
I think I’m gonna go get some fucking Jeger and hope that fixes something.
We both feel better now.
Before I got home, it was vodka, because I was out with a friend of mine who hasn’t discovered other drinks in the twenty years he’s been in America. Since then, it’s been bourbon. -JFG
Also, Bourbon is the best.
Hey, have you ever tried vodka-soaked gummy bears? O-Okay, I know it sounds a little silly at first, but trust me on this one—they are delicious. It’s really difficult to stop eating them once you start. I mean, you think you’ll just have one, but then you find yourself thinking one more couldn’t hurt… and then, before you know it, the entire bowl is gone and somebody is wearing a lampshade and a toga made of bedsheets, there’s a bunch of silverware in the aquarium, and you can’t figure out how you got on the roof in the first place.
On second though, I’m not entirely sure it was vodka they were soaked in, really. Like, more it was just an educated guess. I mean, I just assumed that’s what it was. But honestly, it still seems like the most logical thing someone would soak gummy bears in, to me.