my socks don’t match again and i think that’s something i should care about. but i don’t.
there’s a fly in the bathroom i didn’t kill. it keeps landing near the mirror. i looked at it for like two minutes and didn’t feel anything.

in like 30 minutes maybe less, i’ll go out and drink until the noise in my head sounds like the music in the bar. i think that’s a kind of peace.

after all of that, when i come back, i should shower
but then i’d be clean
and i don’t want to lie.

maybe i’ll feel better in the morning. or not. doesn’t change the plan.