Good Morning, Ellsworth

Monday. 2:14pm. I’m awake.

Super hipsters, the kind who can keep the American Apparel in business, eat cupcakes across the street from me. Though none of them can be older than 30, perhaps, one has died her hair to look white like an old lady’s might. The bus goes by. I realize that my hangover, while not excruciating in the headache or stomach department, is keeping my mind from being able to act in proper thought. Response! I want to go home. But I’ve started a tab and to not have at least two drinks on a tab is ignorant, right? I need to install CS3. blah.

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