this morning #2017.

this morning, the leftovers from last night’s shindig covered every single surface in my kitchen. what a shame. i wish that i’d put at least some of it in the fridge before i passed out on the couch. that would’ve required me possessing the ability to stand upright at the end of the night though. i blame paul for it all. this wasted food. the wasted state that i ended up in. if he hadn’t kept insisting on us doing shots, i could’ve been enjoying leftover sushi right now. no way am i putting raw fish that sat out all night into my rumbling stomach. i need something safer. maybe i can salvage some pizza. start soaking up the dregs of debauchery. i rifled through the boxes. found a solitary slice of pepperoni. inhaled it & hoped for the best.