Nothing makes sense
So, the Emmys were spectacular, walked the red carpet with my girlfriend, TAL won two awards. We danced at the Governor’s Ball, she was the most beautiful woman there. The TAL after-party was amazing, I hung with Ira Glass and his delightful lady. I got people dancing there too. I had always wanted to get a dance-floor jumping just as the party seemed about done. The TAL crew is totally awesome. Oh, and Ira’s an astonishingly sexy dancer. Honestly, it was an outstanding experience.
Right now, I’m in the hospital with trache and vent trouble. I may or may not get out tomorrow. I’m tired, uneasy. Lately I seem to face a thousand fucked up things. I’m tired, a little broken. Nothing makes sense. I want to sleep for a thousand years. Everything’s fucked. I’m spent, all poured out.
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