Too many late nights. I woke up this morning with this cough. I tried to get some more sleep, but dammit, once the sun lights up my room....I just stared up at the canopy above me, my cat next to me. Damn you, tequila....

Okay, I got drunk, but at least nothing bad happened. J and I stopped a fight at M's bar before it got started. That was a good thing. Violence just isn't the answer to your problems, but person's judgement just gets clouded when they're under the influence.

While browsing redbook this morning, I read that Taylor, a girl I knew, was in jail after killing a former beau. She had been a transsexual escort for a number of years. I met her while helping a friend organize a beauty pageant a couple of years ago. She was beautiful, with a wicked, flirty smile that was a total turn-on. She often approached me for a "date," and I was often tempted, but never went there with her.

I can only guess at the circumstances, but my guess was that there was a level of abuse in the relationship, and I knew she took drugs. I know those aren't excuses for murder, but I can only hope that she's able to find peace with herself some day.

Okay, I should probably start my day!

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