there was something fitting about the way i spent valentine's day: literally gutted from a monumentally terrible hangover. i drifted through the whole day, not really sure where i was or what i was doing. falling asleep and waking up covered in sweat. trying to eat and not really being able to. it wasn't altogether different from the times i've been broken emotionally, except it was purely physical, and i knew that after a while, it will go away. so in a way, it was a reminder of how pathetic i could be, which is sometimes useful for figuring out where my mind is at.
i don't even know why i drank so much. if you recall reading what i wrote on friday morning, then it makes no sense at all. i was actually feeling rather upbeat, and then i went and spent a nice day at the chicago auto show. it makes no sense at all. perhaps it was just subconscious, something inside me just tripped, and decided i wanted to feel totally devastated.
ah well. another weekend gone. i have no idea where i'm going with all this.
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