Gurgle

The sound of Mary Forrest's post-bender regret. Only exacerbated by the absence of anything good to watch on the t.v. I had tickets to see Black Box Recorder tonight. I didn't make it home or out of my vodka-ravaged stupor in time. I'm sad to think of what merch I missed. Sadder still to be calling it a night while so much still goes on out there. But I have a date with an analgesic. So, if you'll excuse me.