8.13.01

it’s five am and i’ve had enough caffeine to keep an army of narcoleptics awake for about three years. those bottomless cups of coffee at all-night diners are murder, i tell you. plus the fact that i didn’t feel like drinking tonight so i had to drink coke at the bar for about three hours before going to the diner. i’ll go to bed and read Love in the Time of Cholera until i stop twitching.