Pro-Tip: Never drinking again means never drinking again. St. Patrick's day made me such a liar. This hangover is to remind me of such things.
I may or may not have accidentally put this journal up on the shelf of hand-written books sometime between this entry and the last entry.
The hipster kid that discovered my error brought the book up to the counter asking if we had a sequel to this "very foul, depressing book"; this book. He was looking for "heavy" material to cut apart and pasting it into some sort of a "Nazi-esque" meets "Orwellian" collage of broken dreams in America (I shit you not).
So... this is the obligatory "I'm sorry I almost sold you book" page.
-Yvonne "Maybe I should put a sticker on you or something" Schmitt
