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noise in my ears; all other sounds blocked out. cut hairs sticking to the condensation on the bottom of the pint glass. urine pressing frantically against the exit of my bladder. eyes drooping; gee, it’s almost as if alcohol was a muscle relaxant. 

the floor is slippery and feels like bacon grease, except it might have just been spilled milk. sometimes i can’t tell if i’m not going to get out of bed all day, or if i’m going to step into traffic as soon as i do.

there are seventeen people in this room. eight of them write with pencils, one of them big and wooden, and the rest are mechanical. everyone else writes in pen. four of them are visibly chewing gum. two of them are male. two are wearing some derivative of pink as the major color of their current dress. six commercially produced water bottles sit in front of five people. one of them contains what appears to be orange juice; the rest contain water. four of them are aquafina bottles. one person has a bottle of caffeine-free pepsi. one person has a red nalgene containing what appears to be water. one medium-sized cup of coffee from starbucks sits in front of someone who also has a bottle of water. one bag of cheezts sits on the table. one laptop sits on the table, but it is closed. an avon catalog sits next to a pink razr cell phone. seven people wear glasses; one person has a pair of glasses on the table in front of her.