03.21.2003 2:00 pm
hungover

Ooo, I love Bran Van 3000. They rock.

Nothing much has been going on in the world of Josie lately... I'm recovering from my cold, slowly but surely. I almost quit smoking the other day... I thought to myself, "I could keep going down this road, and buy a pack of cigarettes, or I could turn here and do something else." Guess what I did. And you know why? I lost the coin toss.

I got royally monstered last night at one of the many cast parties for Cabaret. I felt bad that Graham ended up with two stoned people for the whole ride back to Gorham. I have a feeling Corey and I weren't much fun. But bravo to whoever's stuff that was. I'm still stoned. Well, underwater, at least. What some call "crunchy." I got lost in it, last night. I remember falling into my bed and saying something like, "Well, that's it for me." Corey turned out the lights and *bang* I was gone till seven o'clock this morning, when I woke up like a bulb turning on. Bleary-eyed, contacts still in. Of the drugs that I do, nothing is worse than a pot hangover. Nothing. Underwater is a good way to describe it.

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