So, had a decent Sunday despite being mildly hungover. Went to watch the Braves play the Brewers in Milwaukee. Being from Georgia, I was certainly rooting for my home team, and man they just got killed out there. I left in the middle of the 8th inning, and it was still a pretty brutal game. Also, it's Miller Stadium, as in the beer company. A 16oz Miller Lite (not a fan of this beer by far) cost nine fucking dollars! You think I'm gonna pay $9 for 16oz of piss water?!?!?!?!?! Well, yeah. Twice actually. Sigh. Finally got back to my apartment, and I can already feel the sunburn setting in, so that's gonna be fun to deal with. Oh well. At least I got out of the apartment for once. I've been reveling in my solitude for a couple of months now. That generally just because that's who I am. Part of it is because of who I've become. Yet another part of it is because I'm depressed due to recent events. My friend Chris basically threatened my life if I didn't go to this game with him, seeing as how he and I are probably the only southerners in 100 miles of Wausau, WI. It was fun. I certainly didn't have shit else planned otherwise, except day drinking and probably rematching old episodes of Futurama while doing laundry and meal prepping. I can't wait to move outta this place. The city is actually nice, but it's all become poison now. I'm basically being given a new lease on life (in 238 days), which is kinda fucking scary, but a little bit freeing in a fucked up way. I've lost a metaphorical leg, but I can now craft myself a peg leg of my own choosing and try to re-live my life having learned some valuable lessons about myself and others. Well y'all, I won't bore you any longer. No parting words of wisdom. Just be excellent to each other.
