2003-09-13 / 2:28 p.m.

It was so so very nice to talk to you guys last night. Its been awhile sine I was passed around a room of drunks... giggle giggle. Somehow missed John, perhaps in my mad rush to tell Bob incriminating things about my personal life; Bee, give him a hug for me, please.

And where were you you wretched orange ho? You must come see me Thursday!! My phone will fornicate with yours when we arrive.

If anyone has any spare morphine or anything lying around, my head has been fucking killing me for about a week and I've got a big empty mailbox.

David's been all busy with school for the last month. No new poems and no new words and no shots of North Dakota and I miss him.

All I do is miss people. Lately. Last night it was a teary kind of missing; inconsolable and wanting smoke-music-laughter-Ruby on the stairs... But I can't go back every time there's a party. And I certainly can't go back for good. It's too perfect here and too elevated and I haven't seen a single dead catfish in months.

I do miss you all, though.

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