After a momentary lapse of reason and a constant vacillation from reality and back, I recollected what sense I still had and apologized to a few people for some irresponsible actions. If there is one thing I'm not proficient at, it's apologizing when required. I took some ketamine to do it, an ebbing continuation of precisely what I was trying to avoid. Oops - too late. My mind felt like it was melting (I didn't care). I made him angry, and I made her angry. Afterwards, I went to a restaurant with mai waifu, for once in my life engendering a bill that was over $50 (not including the 2005 Cristal). A light eater; the ketamine inducing paranoia that had me trying to abandon the date as soon as it started. Neither of us cared.

A drunken ride in a Cadillac made the world spin. Settling in, I did another bump - then another. She did a line. I sat in bed reading an obscure story until it was over, trying to avoid a complete loss of consciousness. She loved her brother. A sticky, brown ball and a gun to the head. Mais qui est-elle de faire appel à son nom? - somehow I started laughing. Boring, I thought, and threw the book on the floor.

It's harder on Ketamine - her hands around my neck during the culmination. Fuck is an easy phrase to understand in silence. I woke up after disturbing dreams of drowning. Put on some clothes and sat hunched over the dim glow of a laptop refreshing a page over and over.

>On vehicle for delivery via depot.

Finally. Don't order things around Christmas time.