Sunday, August 15, 2004

drunken weekends

this weekend, like most of the other ones, has left me with an odd impression that time went only during the day, and then somehow turned off at night; replaced by hazy non-time, during which everything happens at once, and i am rushing from place to place or being rushed, and doing a thousand simultaneous things, and talking to countless people, all in no particular order and unsequenced-- like time dissappears... crazy drunken evenings are like that. and here, this sunday, this day after--- my mind is still reeling from the effect, and is having trouble piecing the memories back together.

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