Drunk and Uninteresting

I've spent the last eight days drinking heavily, waking up at noon, staying in bed all day, doing no work, then drinking heavily again. I don't know why I am doing this to myself, what pleasure I find at the bottom of the glass--perhaps it is just a distraction from the routine in life at grad school. And how I am so fucking bored here. BORED BORED BORED BORED.

Oh, by the way, thanks for the notes of concern.

That's why I havent been writing, there is nothing interesting to write about--except for my London weekend, where I pretended to be a writer from Time Out NY to get into a sold out show, then proceeded to counsel these 17 yr olds in the bathroom--like, that is fucking interesting.