Still late. A lot to do tomorrow: get groceries and champers. For New Year's Eve. FUCK, I hope the little bottles of Veuve are still available. Probably not. FUCK. AGAIN. I NEED water. I've been REALLY thirsty, lately.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.