It's 11 at night, and I'm just now eating dinner.
Stevie and I had Little Nepal for lunch today. At 12. And I hadn't eaten since.
I read all of my old blogs today. They look deleted, but they're sitting as drafts now. I didn't want to toss out three years of blogging on a whim, and I'm certainly glad I didn't.
I wanted to paint tonight, but I spent too much time dicking around with homework.
Also, I get married in eleven days. What the fuck.
Blog day two, electric boogaloo.
I just returned from my orthopedic surgeon. I got some really bad news.
Fuck.
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