Booyah

All I can say is, I've never been so content to be so utterly exhausted. I spilled my coffee about six times, almost fell asleep at the keyboard twice and walked into a glass door. With force. But you know what, I felt secure for the first time in eight years. Here's to democracy.

Fuzzy bar memories

I saw a man on the bus today that looked so incredibly familiar. For the life of me, I just couldn't place him. And then it hit. I'm pretty sure we had some kind of encounter at a bar, on some random night, within the past 10 years. I thought about approaching him, but can you imagine that conversation? "Hey, random guy. We might have met at bar sometime in the last decade. I don't know what I said, how drunk I was, nor do I remember how the night ended, but how 'bout that number again?"