time zones

I'm never leaving the coast again it's too confusingin Denver Eastern time is only two hours difference how can my brain compensate, oh yeah by drowning as many insidious little fucking brain cells in copious amounts of intoxicants. My first 30 hours in Denver were spent confinded to Joes apartment waiting for my bag to be delivered since the incompetent airline industry lost my bag. on the bright side three of us had a pony keg and a beer pong to keep ourselves entertained. It was a decent distraction but I still ended up losing a sleeping bag that was strapped to my bag so that sucks more creatively than a three dollar whore. another bright side is Joe's new room mate and I are both assholes a couple of girls came over and we proceeded to lie mess with and talk shit to till I'm sure they felt uncomfortable enough to leave, I guess that's what we get for being plastered and trying to communitcate with the sober. Well I need food so I'm waking Joe's ass up.