psychological buzz

Last night I dreamed that I got drunk. It was a really floating, dizzy feeling that I can't say was very much fun. I remember being disappoined with myself that I could no longer call myself the sober one. I guess I'm more proud of that than I thought.

Peanut Butter Crunch is every bit as great as I remember it.

Toejam & Earl is the simplest, slowest, most nerve-wracking fun I've ever had.

Church soon. It's raining again. It never used to rain on Sundays. I wonder why that is.