this morning #1645.

this morning, the first thing i noticed when i awoke on the bathroom floor was the smell. sharp. acrid. from what i could tell, it was fresh. i tried to sit up but didn’t have it in me. not yet. give it a sec. ugh. how the heck did i get here? i tried retracing my steps. yes. i remember now. as soon as jeff left, i’d become obsessed with finding my high school yearbook. boxes & boxes later, i still hadn’t found it. i had continued drinking though. smoked a little too, hoping it’d focus my mind & help me in my search. all it did was cut my search short, as the spins set in & i ended up crawling all the way down the hall to the bathroom. when i got there, a heavy retch bled the rest of my energy. not willing to move another inch, here i slept. yep.