Yesterday I began drinking arounde noon. I blacked out early on but I remember crying and being extremely angry. Apparently I made several alarming phonecalls to my roomate who was at work at that time. She was concerned enough to lewave work early and come home. This is what she found: Me, nude, passed out face down on the livingroom floor, in a puddle of my own urine, my stereo smashed, several cds broken to shards including the titles 'Mahler, Symphony No. 9, Leonard Bernstein Conducts the Berlin Philharmonic' and 'Tom Waits' Nighthawks at the Diner'. She angrily sent me off to my bedroom and spent nearly an hour cleaning up after me, scrubbing piss out of the carpet. She has left for work again this morn. She left me a Sticky Note on this computer which listed the griervences and their monetary value. She also recommended AA/institutionalization. This is the person I truly am.

Love,
Travis