The bartender is hung-over.
I have a tattoo now. I have an urge to go rob a liquor store or something.
There are an awful lot of old ladies here. Maybe they're having a bingo game or something.
I just decided on my Halloween costume. It's the scariest ever!
The annoying thing about this is all the false alarms. I feel really tired,
but then I go to bed and I'm instantly wide awake again.
I think I'm craving donuts. Or maybe pancakes.
It was 366 days ago. Halloween of 2008.
It was 364 days ago. I got an email saying, "Come over, now."
I think I'm going to bake a turkey. Not today, though.
Well that didn't work for shit.
I'm back inside. What a nice night. I did some good thinking. And some bad thinking.
You know, this really isn't helping. In fact, I bet it's making it worse.
They made me look at pumpkins. I don't know why. I'm definitely an amateur.
Just jump. Planning and plotting and reason and caution have led exactly nowhere. It's time to take a leap of faith. Jump. I'll catch you.
I'm in a writey mood. Good thing I'm still at Rich O's instead of at my computer.
I should just throw my phone in the woods and then go to bed.
Damned if I do and damned if I don't. That seems to be the root of the issue. Not very encouraging.
I need a little fire extinguisher to put out a stupid stubborn spark.
Still awake, of course. My mind is racing, and it's a slick road. A crash is imminent.
Stupid timing, it ruins everything.
...I'm still fucking awake.
I think it's superfunny.