Yesterday, Sunday, I was going through some thing when I came across a mixtape. It was dated 1991. Since I was bored, I dug out my old Walkman and listened to it. I should have just tossed it in the trash. The tape was made when my depression was emerging, but there was still hope for the future. As I listened to the tape, my eyes began to tear up which was soon followed by crying. Usually, when I cry I go to sleep, but the heat kept me up. So, instead I went out and went on a binge. I listed on my status, but if you can't read it here it is:

5 chili dogs, 2 Subway cold cut foot longs, 4 Moon Pies, a 2 liter of Pepsi and 2 cans of Squirt.

I have a high tolerance of caffeine, so this binge was enough to put me to sleep. I don't know if I had a dream, but I did, it probably was better than my life is or ever will be. It would have been better if it had all ended in 1991.