I have to go back to work tomorrow.
I have to shave my awesome homeless man beard tomorrow.
This is seriously fucked up.
I've had nothing but fun and done some fantastically, unmentionably awful things since I've been home. The only redeeming part of heading back to Braggdad tomorrow is that I get to hop behind the wheel of my land rocket, Vanessa. It'll feel nice to drive a vehicle in which I know I dominate my landscape. What I've been piloting lately has glacial acceleration, which does not at all suit me.
Anyway, sorry about my stream of drunken consciousness. In eight hours, I'll be leaving the greatest place in the world (which happens to be filled with most of my best friends) and rolling back to fucking Fayettenam... what the fuck, over.
Peace
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