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I woke up Wednesday morning at 12:00 AM on the friggin dot. After eight hours of procrastination, Brock and I left for Atlanta. We were on our way to the Roxy to see Louis Black. After hours of wandering and Brock's harrassment, we found the Roxy. The immense crowd was making me nervous for some reason. Louis Black was funny though, and a lot of people that got offended, were walking out. I was so damn sleepy throughout the performance though, I barely even remember it. After that, we went to Goose's house, and low and behold, Betsey Cheney was there. I finally felt confident enough to stand my ground in a social situation with her. A long time ago, Tyler said that Betsey Cheney's eyes reflected all your insecurities, and in them you saw what you can never have and what you'd never be. I was on a roll that night, everything I said was funny and for once, I felt that I had overcome my own personal demons, and then I smoked pot. Goddammit. The combination of that and my exhaustion made me feel like absolute shit. I got home around 5:00 AM and went straight to sleep. 29 hours of being awake and I was out of it the second my head hit the pillow. It was a long and wonderful nap.

Tyler woke me up around 3:10 and we went to the mall for a bit. I stopped by that New York apparrel store to talk to Emily Goolesby, an old friend from the 1st generation Jcup era. She's kind of outgoing, and though we keep making plans to hang out, we never do. I spoke to her very briefly and the conversation was kinda rigid, but she said she'd come by work to see me soon. I must get ready for work. Later bitches.

-Roe