I feel neither better nor worse. Rested, though. That must be a good thing.
I probably shouldn’t have asked for this. It’s not something I ever could have done. If worst comes to worst I’ll walk around a less than desirable district (again) and hope that someone knocks me out in order to steal my shoes (again), but I won’t ask for this again.
Some whiskey and some ice and then I’m on my way.
And Oh, i turn twenty-four in three days.
In related news, Bowling for Soup is back and so is Paramore.