being sober sucks.

worked on the car yesterday. my nails are still filthy.

i noticed i haven't said much about angela, even though she says a lot about me.

it feels kind of wierd owning someone elses car. i find the previous owner's school ID, her lifeguard ID, and her little stuffed puppy. then i find her weed stains, to do book filled with "nails" and "hair", "jon", "mike" and "playboy".

i throw the stuff in the garbage and continue working on the car.