by any definition, i've had too much to drink.
on the way to the bar, something large, black and with the texture of fresh tar landed on my arm, and i couldn't help but imagine it as a black mark to start the new jewish year. at the same time, i was thinking about the perception of reality... at some point i'll have something palatable to explain it clearly :P
the muse evening was fun, i met what appears to be a nice girl, had a couple of drinks with her, another couple of drinks with some friends, and walked sideways back for what seemed like an eternity.
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