Am I Dying?

No, but saying the goodbyes is still stupid, crappy, unfair, too soon, too painful, and I’m not excited to do it. It has to be done but for once I’d like to take the low road and have a child’s tantrum and refuse to go through with them.

This is what alcohol is for.

If you can, join me at Art Bar or wherever we are in the West Village tonight. 646.673.4839 if you need me.

…bah humbug.

(I’m happy about Peace Corps despite my self-pity postings)

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