Five beers and three hydros in:
I have no idea what time it is until I glance at the clock and realize that three hours have passed since last I wondered.
I have deduced, from what seems like hours of pondering, that all I ever want in life is one good, well-preserved photograph. One that depicts me as the absolute eptiome of contentment, of glorious youth, ample confidence, and ecstatic happiness. I want to manipulate the assumptions people are going to make about me and my life by presenting it to them with such an image. Hopefully they won't have read Susan Sontag.
I have got to stop drinking alone.
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