Getting sick sucks. Readings over. Pretty good event I think. Well attended. Only a few mistakes. I was too looped to know whether it worked or not. It’s a rainy night in Freddy. Cold inside. Warmer out. But wet. I need sleep. I need for my horoscope to stop being so fucking right on. I need to write something. But not here.
Drinking: nuttin, shiraz earlier
Listening To: nothing
Hair: long and loose