Incidental Acts of Spontaneous Cerebral Violence

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Too much, too soon (f/k/a the perils of Monday evening inebriation)

Some girl called me “captivating” last night . . . of course, I was too drunk to remember which one it was.

And why the fuck is my knee (and not my head) throbbing today?

Tonight, well before NBC’s pathetic tape-delayed primetime west coast feed gets around to showing the Romanian women’s defeat of the U.S., I shall glide into unconsciousness on my beautiful new couch, dreaming warmly of Svetlana Khorkina on the uneven bars and Amanda Beard doing the breaststroke.

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