I did improv for the first time in a year.
I met several people who I think are awesome.
I am having significant trouble inhaling deeply. No other symptoms.
I read the first trade of
Desolation Jones. It's badass.
I began planning a friend's birthday a year ahead of time. Because I can.
I bought a box of long envelopes for the purpose of having a single one.
Also a scent reminiscent of raw-fish-meets-bleach followed me around and popped up at random points throughout the day.
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