I was going to make myself write all of this down, but that doesn't seem so important anymore. I'm typing this on my phone, by the way. Also on the train. Around midnight. So forgive any misspellings. I'm listening to the Secret Machines and smelling something burning, I think. Exhausted and a little disoriented. Planning on taking a cab back to the apartment. I make a point of calling it that instead of home because I don't want that to be home. I'm intoxicated. I'm not going to tell anyone about this at group tomorrow.