7.49 am

I am drunk as a skunk. I hate drinking to this extent, and I did not realize how drunk I was until I walked in the door to my house. I am afraid to get into my own bed because I do not want to watch he world spin around me. Honestly, watching the screen is not much better.

I tried to finish my New Yorker article on Al Gore but I am having a hard time. I am drinking tons of water while trying to ignore the shivers because it is almost winter here.

Tonight was nice, even despite the excessive drinking. I met two really nice boys. They are studying to be physical therapists, and they offered me some help with my elbow. I am thinking of having a big party with a bunch of people next week. I am tired of everybody being seperated and disjointed. In my ideal world, we would all get togeter in one big fiesta and boogie down. Hopefully next week that will happen. I will invite my new friends Pierre and Pierre Orl�ans (that is so not his name, I can't even fucking remember it!) next week. Jesus Christ. I can't believe people actually enjoy the feeling of being drunk. I have made so many damn typos and have had to go back to change them seven hundred times. And I don't even think I am all that drunk. Just really drunk for myself, which is maybe minimally drunk compared to most people.

I have had three cups of water and am determined to have a forth before cashing in for the night. I am so goddamn tired but I know I'll regret it tomorrow if I go to sleep in this condition.

What a strange and interesting night. I missed my stool at some point and fell flat on my ass. The strangest part was that I wasn't even very drunk at that point, but thirty minutes prior I had been talking about that one time where the stool just wasn't where I had thought it would be in another bar. It was some sort of Murphy's Law thing: if the stool could be placed in the wrong place, it would be.

Kathypath and I had a long dinner convo this evening. It left me confused, but feeling better. Then I fell on my ass, and hurt my foot. Kathy hurt her elbow falling down the stairs on the bookstore. Overall, we were quite a mess.

But I have five new people to invite to my 'can't the world just get along' party next week.

Oh, and before all the drinking chaos began this evening, I learned to knit the afternoon. You guys... I can actually do the knitting and pearling! It's a big milestone for me. I realized that I had been doing a certain step wrong when I tried to learn before, hence all the problems. Now, eventhing is crystal (or at least sea-blue) clear. Tomorrow we are going to hang out and watch ER together while we knit.

In another coupla years, we'll be talking about our grandkids, but I'm ready. Bring the knitting on!!