Hung

Autumn is full on. 
The smell of death lingers in my mouth, can taste it.

Popped open a bottle of beer late last night and now am feeling the effects of it. 

Started reading Kat's blog, Life 2.0 and stumbled upon a few photos of L in Charleston, SC.  It was a friend's wedding.  Saw a familiar dress.  Seen the guy that won her heart.  They looked happy~  hope they are, hope she is, really.  It was the voyeur inside that was obsessed with the pictures of a lady that I once went to bed with every night. 

I told Mari about it last night.  She asked if I was over the whole bit, and was curious if her ex-boyfriend in New Zealand saw the photos of us posted on Facebook. 
Don~~  reach down inside and pull out the truth of the matter.  It's lovely to feel this way about someone who wants to be with you.  Thinking about irrelevant things about the past, and hypersensitive to everything.  Anxious about Mari coming here, and my flat hasn't been maintained.  Thinking about the things you have to do creates a sense of stability.  You're hung over D, and need to pull yourself together.