>squint<

i haven’t spent a single day in over a week sober.
borderline problem, i might say.
and tomorrow there’s a party that lasts all night.

my head already hurts
thinking about sunday morning.

but inventory at work is over
and has brought some strange
events and friendships that
really, i never would have expected.

stew is driving from new hampshire
to visit and party with me tomorrow.
you might remember him from
stories of laurel and jumping out of planes.

no life risking events tomorrow (we hope),
but just some spirit-lifting intoxicated fun.

i feel like the coming of the fall
is bringing about more change
than i would have expected at
this time last year.

it hurts,
but, it just
might be
okay.