taswell

Jesus Christ. It's Wednesday. I guess some stuff has happened in the past couple days, including playing shepard to a gaggle of six drunk "bachelorettes" through San Francisco. But whatever. I haven't done anything meaningful with my time off from work. The streets of San Francisco don't really beckon you in January, and the hibernation instincts kick in, big time.

Now's the time to get drunk and slip into blurry depression. So fuck you!