Time like this make you look back and realize how ironic your life is. For example, the first boy I ever kissed was named Adam. THe allusion could only be amplified if I hade met him a place called Eden. But no, it was Kaplan. I think I drank that champange a little too fast. IT feels kinda like everything is going through cotton even as I type. I'm still in control though, otherwise I would have never made it up those frickin stairs.
Suffice to say, I think I'll crash here tonight. Say hello to the Gneech for me.