Wet rag

Ah, food and I'm starting to get back on track again. For the record, attempting to stave off hunger by whiskey does not work. When the meal finally comes your stomach is in no condition to actually take it down. Sure you're not hungry, but whenever you come off it you feel weak from lack of food and still not hungry enough to put something down your stomach. If you're really in a pinch, like you're really on and the voice is yelling and screaming in your head and there's barely white on the note paper in front of you, then yeah maybe... but don't keep it up for more than a day. After more than a day when you're not on a buzz (and even sometimes when you are) your body feels like a wet rag.

It's been getting hotter the past couple of days. Increased traffic jams from protests and the approach of summer has turned me into a swamp of shirt and boxers. Even the baby powder's not keeping my ass dry anymore, and I'm a bunch of rashes where clothing chafes. My shirt feels as if I've been on the treadmill in low all day. Coincidentally, the gym is the only place besides the bus where I'm in air conditioning. Not that I like air conditioning, I like to be dry. Those who like showers have the blessing of taking a quick cool in the rushing water. Those who fight the stickiness of being dirty, with the horror of having to scrape it off yourself while applying chemicals to your body like me (not to mention getting sprayed by water) are left with a constant dilemma: to wear a sweaty wet rag, or be a sweaty wet rag?

And in this case, alcohol is definitely not an answer.