tired, reoccuring theme here, sore my hands hurt frisbee tournaments, St. Louis, finals = bad combination. life is ill stupefaction whang wood-pussy. words, math problems, should be dancing through my head but nothing remains, which could be a good thing for a final on zen, but that's only part of the problem tomorrow, i've got other things to deal with i don't quite know what but i do, and today was an 8, things are supposed to be picking up for me, except that I don't get the paper anymore and coke cans aren't enough to keep me going and cold turkey quiet desparation in denial? when do i start bargaining or even angering and when does acceptance set in?