Oooh you're a naughty mess

intake last night: 60cls brandy, 1 can of k cider and two bags of heroin/ nice/ slept for 12 hours almost straight and had plenty of water, thus feeling pretty good/ just finished last exit to brooklyn, which is fucking genius, so making a belated stab at writing/not sure what to do with the day/ went out for coffee this morning but have very little money so am prevented from doing much more/ cannot even afford to get drunk/ thus shall write and read/ however i feel a certain degree of antipathy thereto/ my best writing is done in a stream-of frenzy/ it is not something i can contrive/ so unless the fever takes me i can do little but drudge through prosaic accounts of my activities/