feel good lost.

Update: After tea & soup with a new nearby friend and Devandra Banhart, I am no longer feeling as cynical (or sick) as I was when I last updated. I still haven't even attempted to keep down solid food, and didn't actually climb out of bed for good until 5:30, but one wasted day won't matter in the long run. A phone call from a dreamboat lifted my spirits enough to lift my ass out of bed finally. I can't for the life of me figure out how to delete a blog post, but I don't really care anymore. One (more)night of messiness isn't going to matter in the long run either.