Having one of those mornings.

You know, one of those mornings where you get almost no sleep and you wake up still fucked up from when you smoked and disassembled a DVD player only two hours earlier.

The DVD player is getting choosy over what it decides to play and not play nowadays. All I wanted to do was watch my Wilco documentary. I somehow had the idea that if I unscrewed forty screws and pulled the player into pieces and then screwed it back together minus a few screws that fell under the couch, it would magically work again. Final word... It's exactly the same! More finally... same is better than worse!

If you'll excuse me, I have to go to Rhode Island now to meet my great uncle. If he's so great, maybe I would've met him previously in my entire life.

Seriously, I can't believe I am moving right now. I can't believe I managed to get dressed. I can't believe I look so fucked up...

Update: My mother asked me to let the dogs in. Regan had somehow tied her own hair to her chain and I had to rip it out for her. The other one. The big dog. She ran circles around me, wrapping her own chain around and around my legs. It's an overall wet morning. Mud all over the chain. Mud all over my jeans. I have to change now.