March 21, 2003
Did you ever realize you'd spent the last fifteen minutes drifting from topic to topic and not really talking about anything? I've got a lot to say about some things, but it isn't necessarily organized in my mind before I get going. So I run my mouth, jumping around and failing to opt out of the conversation when I'm out of gas. I had a feeling my tolerance had gone up, but I had no idea I'd get drunk this quickly. I'm just talking beaucoup bullshit. It's all weightless. I'm failing to entertain. I should really go to bed now.