Too much to deal with; conflicting emotions, booze, narcotic analgesics and acetaminophen mix poorly on the stomach. I went to the bar last night and wound up puking halfway through my first beer. It was too crowded anyway and the only person I wanted to hang out with wasn’t around. I’m not sure what to expect from that anyway. She comes and goes like an outdoor cat. My birthday was quiet most of the day. We forgot to make the small dolls like we’d planned, but I was stuck in a torpor anyway. A band played at the club, but I was too stupid to really listen to much of anything. I got dropped off at about 2 and just went to sleep, alone. Same time next week?