  I feel like a smurf on acid. I'm running from Gargamel. I'm dodging mushrooms and yelling for Papa Smurf.
My mind has gone all squirrelly, my mouth is dry and the low buzz of Massive Attack (I think) pulses from the tiny, tinny speakers on my lap top: "I walk into a bar and immediately sense danger" I kicked off my sleeping bag this morning and immediately started playing the "what-the-fuck happened-to-me-last-night" game. I remember drinking really cold, ice filled Vodka and sodas but this isn't a vodka hangover. I remember laughing for a really long time, cheeks sore and eyes running. Spilling water and hollowed out cigarette tubes. Strange acquaintances, thick accents. A Hugh Grant movie? How old are you? What the fuck am I doing here? Yeah, I gotta go. r W e i home in the dark on auto pilot. a d n n g I'm going to feel weird all day, I'm going to listen to a lot of music. I'm gonna stand over my stove with the fan on.
I'm gonna get a really hot shower and go surfing. I'm going to drink 15 glasses of water and lime cordial. Tonight I'm gonna party like an ingenue. 
