I thought I might go to a restaurant in town. What actually wound up happening was I walked around the city for hours unable to make up my mind on where to eat.
I have officially signed the lease for my next apartment. I looked at many places. So very many places.
It's officially official. I'm moving to the city. I'm not sure where yet, but I do know when.
She's in THERAPY (emphasis hers, repeatedly, again and again). Obviously, I'm in love.
I sometimes imagine Western Civilization's problems are the result of entire generations having never been exposed to proper punk rock musics. It's not true.
When I was young, it was romantic and cool that Darby died young. Now that I'm older, I kind of wish he had a chance to grow up and maybe be a little older too.