Log for: The Man with the Horn-Rimmed Glasses

My head is killing me.

I was sitting on the couch, clipping out articles and eating my ice cream. I must have blacked out. Because the ice cream is back in the freezer and... why is my gun laying on the couch? I had it tucked under the pillow behind me. Why did I have it out? I've barely touched my gin, but... the ice has melted. What happened? It must have been a vision, but I don't remember. I don't...

Oh God.

I can't deal with this right now. I'm going to the goddamn club.