page 187 - ah the come down. When you have to sit and reflect on what you're doing.
Uh, I'm doing my best.
This hellscape - not this hellscape, my personal hellscape - doesn't exactly leave a lot of latitude for what I should be doing. I'm attached to a wall, this couch started really nice but now feels like it's melting under my butt, the champagne buzz is long gone and those micro plastics probably own't start messing me up for a couple of decades. And even then they probably won't be a fun time.
Where the hell is other guy. Bummer to have someone about and then not.
















