Saturday, January 28th

Two fingers of Evan Williams, two ice cubes to make it last longer. I sit slouched on the couch, both feet up on the table. The cats keep me in a quiet company. I think: Well hell, Evan W is actually quite nice at the end of a long, difficult day. It's got a little spice. What a terrible day, though. I drink as slowly as I can, still too eager.