October 1st, 8:45 pm
I slept on the picnic table. I wasn't drunk, it's that I had only three choices. The other two were the "driveway" of my campsite, or the cleared dirt area. Nothing wrong with dirt except for it being dirty. Nothing wrong with a driveway save for it being asphault -- which is to say, everything.

Clear off the kitchen table, darling, for on the kitchen table I must lie. - TMBG