The room is spinning

and I can't breathe and ooh my head is just aching...

I recall riding on top of a shopping cart across Ave A, leading a shirtless guy around a bar by a belt he had tied around his neck, an unlocked door on 9th street that lead to a rooftop, pool balls, German beer, a warm snuggly boy in a grey hoodie, lots of laughter, a fight with a big bouncer, AND even the cab ride home! Just wish I could remember how many beers I drank to get this nasty ass headache. Ugh.

Sometimes I just don't understand

why computers do certain things. Sometimes I'm staring at mine with such frustration! Why is it so hard for me to explain to it what I need it to do??