bewitched

took two of my last four Percocet. So it's good for now, we'll see later. but I'll indulge in pill-seeking, the way they say, as far as it goes, but carefully. Because my tolerance level is such that pot never does that much for me unless it does. I don't do street drugs. I won't snort or inject things and some girl in South Carolina just died after her first hit of extacy.

Instead, I joined welovebenzos and we'll feed my ambien craving. I'd use an online pharmo. Combination of stress and panic and pain and insomnia- I believe in drugs. And then of course Ambien is Ambien, the finest drug ever created.

Maria didn't come, though Duende's doing the open mic at Sidewalk tomorrow. either I'll go or I won't. I have stitches, and G's not here with me.

pene and I, thee and me and my girl EG, friends new and old. And just enough love to go around, or try a little tenderness, or, what's the other one? "maybe she's just looking for someone to dance with." I'm just full of love for my G, and I will dance with her among the stars, any day of the week. EG's going out with a guy called Boris. And me, I thought I saw BD on the street in Boerum Hill, but it wasn't him. Still, he invited me out tomorrow night and I said, no, I have stitches, Tom Skerritt, doncha know. He said, "meet me at a bar in Greenpoint and I'll draw."

What if I were Romeo in black jeans?

mmm, percocet, dog-free sister-free house and a new stereo, gonna kick back and listen to RLJ on "jazz" mode, with that megabass thing pushed in.

And tomorrow's not even another working day.