what the fuck am i doing wrong? ania fucking ruins my day.



aaa.



today i got a mic for the four track, set it up, etc.



went out with allison and tim and daniel. we met up with todd, and he drove us down to french Park, where we went to the train tracks and got drunk in an abandoned caboose (except for todd cause he was driving). it wasn't bad. i wasn't intending to get drunk, but i didn't wait long enough between shots.



a train went by as i was standing by the tracks with tim and allison, and it was amazing, seeing it flash by at sixty miles an hour four feet away.



there was a backhoe on a flatbed car next to the caboose, and i took an abandoned hammer and knocked out the front windshield and then i went inside and kicked out all the other windows. it felt good being active. i cut my left hand but didn't feel it until the alcohol wore off.



we went back to tim's and hung out after that. the alcohol wore off eventually.



it was fun, even though i didn't intend on getting drunk and don't normally like it. i guess it's just the fact that all the other times it's been late and night and i've been depressed.



i need a cigarette.