Day 32
Finally consciously watching Pulp Fiction.
I only remember being dead tired and dozing off while my friend laughed and I joined in to feign awakeness, just to pass out again. I should've responded.
There's this one moment when I would've buried my face into Jon's chest. When Vincent goes to pick up Mia for their "date" there's a creepy looking figure on the path to her door. Scary. I wish he would come live with me