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This last weekend, man. Too much drinkin, too much thinkin, not enough eatin. I feel like shit, and I know it's not from the drinkin, or lack of eatin. That only leaves the thinking. My brain is my worst enemy.
If you'd have told me on weds what would happen over the next 6 days I'd have said you should lay off the drugs. New phone. Offroad adventures. Talking to a dude on a quad about Godspeed in the middle of the woods. Getting stuck in snow. Going to a wet-shirt contest at the Black Horse. Listening to a terrible terrible cover of a Jimmy Eat World song. Getting a couple of scratches on my glasses that I've managed to keep perfect for 4 years. The Hickey. Being covered in dog hair. Then going back to the Blackhorse and drinking and eating for 8 hours for free. Working. Realizing the person I had a crush on doesn't like me, but someone unexpected might. Working for a day, drinking after, then waking up and going to a show and more of the same. Old friends. New ones. None of this was in the weather forcast.
If you'd have told me on weds what would happen over the next 6 days I'd have said you should lay off the drugs. New phone. Offroad adventures. Talking to a dude on a quad about Godspeed in the middle of the woods. Getting stuck in snow. Going to a wet-shirt contest at the Black Horse. Listening to a terrible terrible cover of a Jimmy Eat World song. Getting a couple of scratches on my glasses that I've managed to keep perfect for 4 years. The Hickey. Being covered in dog hair. Then going back to the Blackhorse and drinking and eating for 8 hours for free. Working. Realizing the person I had a crush on doesn't like me, but someone unexpected might. Working for a day, drinking after, then waking up and going to a show and more of the same. Old friends. New ones. None of this was in the weather forcast.