that means poopy drawers. i think i have entered a forcefield of time eating. everthing is slipping away while my back forms more of a hunch. i can't sleep because of my strange problem-solving obsessions (beige). arthur and i continue to finish the last mini-keg with relish although hotdogs and burgers = vomitosis.
there are a hundred horse-trailer/van/dirtbag trucks now parking on my street. everywhere i turn it is all full with 800 ft vehicles and nowhere for my peaceful, elderly, but gas-concious vehicle. so i get up at 7am to move it. good stuff.
this is embarrassing but i am having the 'everything is pointless' feelings 1 second to every 60. it's true though, right?
sorry. neon rainbow windbreaker keychains to you all.