oh time
Man last night was fun and irresponsible. I went to 3 bars, saw 2 bands, and drank 2 of my favorite beers, yet I'm not saying how many of each. I don't get it. I had such a lovely time with this incredible girl I've been hanging out with, then I had a dream that my boss told me to be weary about her; although of course after telling me she was severely depressed. Maybe that's just the natural way to make sense of things when they're seemingly just right. Or perhaps I'm a crack baby. I guess I'll never know.