Babies Don't Like Blue Anymore

This is where I would like to be. Just had breakfast with my dad, who drove 2 hours to buy lightbulbs, only to find that there weren't any. We went to the pub down the street, 4 hours early for the folk jam they do on Sundays. I have to say, veggie burgers are always too filling but I can never resist. Now I am sitting in complete melt-down mode on the kitchen arm chair, waiting for the vultures to arrive and carry off what is left of this wasted up body.
On the way home we were walking behind some guy who's t-shirt read: "I fucked Jesus STUPID" with a picture of a foetus hanging from a coat hanger. He was pretty cheerful considering.
The floor is paved with bottle caps from last night. Another reason for the vultures: had a pretty successful drinking party and for the first time, none of my actual friends were there. It was the acting crowd. This one guy stared at me in disbelief when I told him that I enjoy writing art history themed papers. Then he made off with Kat's straw hat with a big black bow. I believe there may have been some shot-gunning going on in the bathtub. All I know for sure is that I am going to make bread with the left overs.
On the menu for this evening: symphonies in the harbor, fire (works) in the sky.