half an old 3 pound cheese tray my mother had given me.
I felt goddamned deathly ill.
Also its 7 degrees F and snowing here.
Got my second wind, went out to a small gathering, partied,
shot off a ton of roman candles and a handful of 3 inch shells
at Addison and Lincoln, where we're at in Chicago.
No trouble, and headed home after 2am.
When I got home, I saw the cheese tray in the fridge, and like a TRUE American,
I proceeded to eat the whole thing. I literally feel like I'm fucking tripping,
when I can forget the pounding headache and chills.
Happy New Year all.
