absinthe, gin, and cigarettes

there's not much to say at this point tonight. had a good time. talked of revolutions and by the time i left it was already, once again, forgotten. if there was a movement to have i haven't found it yet. and now i'm thinking about having to open the store that i work at and wondering when my spaghetti will be done...because i'm starving (in the not so literal sense, right?).