valentines days

worked all day in the wood shop yesterday morning then got by lemonade stand finished around four and came home. killed some time and went to the huge potluck with mad peoples that the mess from is still all around me because as the food died down, i and other people started drinking. got real drunk, fell down a lot, started inchworming around on the floor to the talking heads and started yelling at jenni telling he that i was sober. pretty sure i took my shirt off at one point and started to take my pants off and missed my pocket going for my phone and everybody thought i was digging in my pants. then me a jenni almost died walking down those stairs and "we" watched back to the future. she put it on and the first time doc said 88 mile per hour i was out, jenni stayed up for the whole thing talking out all the things going on and giggling about them. we went to bed and at 5:30 i decided i couldn't sleep and came back to my room and passed the fuck out for five hours. i dreamed about my parents getting a "monkey" at the supermarket, it was just like a kid with a very fine and short layer of hair all over his body, but had a head of brown hair on top it was also proportioned like an adult but child sized and walked upright, but his face was so cute is was totally just a kids face but he was adorable, he had a tail im pretty sure. we were also hanging out in my backyard in Philadelphia my whole fams around the table and the monkey child. and all i could think was how bad i wanted tattoo him, just convince him to stay still and let me make art out of him and have him greet people at a gallery and call it art.