so basically, there are boxes, then i watch a dvd. at one point i ate at red lobster. good old suburbs really bring out the disconnected murder-automaton in me. its funny. the liquor is immutable but i can see the reflection of where i grew up in the shape of the bottle.
drunk, my mother went on a whole jag where she confessed something about her empty nest syndrome & how she is afraid i won't let her visit me in new york. my reply to this was "i'm sorry, were you talking?"
