It's funny how one little momentary distraction can tear me away from school work that starved for my inattentive attention One little thing. Ten page paper needs to get banged out. I'm on it. Eight pages into it, had some dinner, then got the irrefutable urge to write.

So I did. Wrote a whole mess. It's crazy. Momma is so proud. Yee.

Then Jamie called. She needs to get out. Going nuts. I haven't seen her in forever. We hardly see each other because of work and school. So. Fuck it. Let's go. I leave home with the intention of grabbing coffee with her, loitering out front and then I'll stop someplace to pick up rabbit food. A simple trip to the Wa turned into a 45min high speed pursuit of beer up north to Manchester where we met her friends and had a good 'ol time. Stayed out way too late. Belted out some tunes to House of Pain like an idiot. Saw Cliff, haven’t seen the old boy in an age and a half.

So now I roll over, one eye still winced shut because the dark is too bright for me. I lick the roof of my mouth and it feels as though I've been chewing glass all night. I can still feel last night's fire on the tip of my tongue; that burnt-numb sensation.

And I've still got two more papers to bang out for Friday.

Ah ham dum.

I enable myself to do these things and I justify it by thinking these are precious moments to gather experiences to help mold my writing.

The morning after however I always look back and in retrospect see I just wanted to get fucking nutty. Ah, I am a tricky boy.