Weird effect as if my trachea was smaller. I amdrinking irish cream tonight, friday night. I feel like listening to Cat Stevens. I have not meditated today, and I feel like I lost out on my practice. We did a lot of outings. 

I have to walk Bill once more in the hood. Then I will go pass out, like my body tells me to. It is only 6pm.  Yet I am exhausted. I am so not going to reincarnate in anything but maybe a future small modest nun.