Frighteningly, I think I was the most level headed person last night. Wandering rampant through the streets of Chicago at 5 a.m., intermittently yelling at cars and people at the top of our lungs, trying to hitchhike home because none of the cabs would stop for us, I had a serious fear of one of my companions accidentally trying to hail a cop car.

I only became familiar with the concept of the drunken phone call this year, most notably ever since i’ve become increasingly reliant on my cell phone. While my erstwhile companions went buck-wild, I did have enough presence of mind to call two of my oldest friends. Neither of them picked-up, thankfully.

One of my buddies apparently called his ex repeatedly though (the relationship being an epic saga that I will not recount now, in which I got ridiculously entangled.) So his ex, who is thousands of miles away, calls me this morning, complaining (because of my ridiculous entanglement, she and I have become good friends) Anyway, the only thing I wanted to mention was that he apparently accidentally called her so that his phone was on while I was declaiming about how I have lost faith in God, because he allows pederasts to pose as priests, and that the Roman Catholic Church has been laid bare as a corrupt institution, which is pretty much just out to cover its ass. Even Pope John Paul II is suspect, in my book. And then they have the hypocrisy to talk about how “unnatural” it is to be in a homosexual relationship.

I then went off into a long tirade at an all-night-diner about how I wanted to become a Buddhist, because I think Buddhism is the only religion that no one has every tried to kill anyone else in the name of religion’s sake (although, human nature being what it is, I could be wrong.)

My brain is on fire. I have lost my train of thought.

And now, we are supposed to go out again tonight. Hopefully this spinning sensation will stop before then. Hah.