I almost didn't go out, feeling sick after eating

half an old 3 pound cheese tray my mother had given me.

I felt goddamned deathly ill.

Also its 7 degrees F and snowing here.

Got my second wind, went out to a small gathering, partied,

shot off a ton of roman candles and a handful of 3 inch shells

at Addison and Lincoln, where we're at in Chicago.

No trouble, and headed home after 2am.

When I got home, I saw the cheese tray in the fridge, and like a TRUE American,

I proceeded to eat the whole thing. I literally feel like I'm fucking tripping,

when I can forget the pounding headache and chills. 

Happy New Year all.