a magickal journey

I think I need to invest in security cameras, or something to monitor myself. As myself I cannot be held responsible for myself. I went to happy hour last night: five martinis, a bottle of saki, and a few rolls of sushi. When I woke up, I was sprawled in the middle of my livingroom floor. Naked. My clothes were strewn about the apartment. I had not hooked up and there was no porn open on my computer. I have no idea what I was doing or even attempting to do. I guess I just fell out. Who can say.