A Dan day

Yes indeed, it was one of those days. It started out with a phone conversation entirely comprised of Russian talk while still under the blankets. We went to Taco Tantos, got our burrito on, then hit scribbles 2 minutes before closing. Hung out a bit after the doors closed, joking about the Hadron Collider being tested today.


At Taco Tontos though...Fuck. The girl who has us order was so fucking pushy, I don't think she even understood how much of an angry girl she was. And on top of that the music that was playing, ohmygod. I literally said to dan "This music makes me nervous". It was some kind of angry girl music, like "IM PISSED AT EVERYTHING WITH A DICK" music. Burrito was good though.


Then back to my house. Showed him some video of a faggy girl I know playing a great song on an out of tune piano. WHO MIGHT THAT BE?

Hookah bar shenanigans. Yes, I was juggling again. Thunderous applaud really. Had nearly the entire croud clap this time, it was nice. Made me smile and feel a little bit better. My insides though...Fuck my life.


I feel weak. Literally weak. I cut another knotch in my belt today...I'm calling the doctor tomorrow. I hope I'm not dying, because lately I've been feeling like that. Dan says it might be stress related, and I hope so. I thought I was happy though. I feel like I'm happy and doing well. I smile a lot more than I did in the beginning of the year. I just really can't wait for this to stop.


Face in the dirt.


I keep my chin up as best I can. Where's the hug store at? Needs to has directions.



The end.