[apartment 6]

>>i live in a town, where you can't smell a thing<< radiohead's "subterranean homesick alien"

bottom's up
I just came home from my old roommate's birthday party. It was fun, not one of those parties with too many people where even your friends seem like strangers. As usual, i remained sober--i have yet to understand why I never feel inclined to drink (even a little) when liquor is present and free for the taking.

I arrived around 10pm, the party was still warming up. I talked with Adela. She'd get up periodically to imbibe some redbull topped vodka. She continued her story about school--she wanted to go into medicine--be a brain surgeon in fact, but, skipping all details, she was going to be an X-ray tech. Tough time growing up she said. It was amusing to see her transition from composed sobriety to drunken happiness. I wonder what it's like to be drunk. Adela said she could see two of me.