How we doing out there my fellow survivors. Uhm. Yay you've survived. Cool. Cool. You know what you should go party it up because I am probably almost certainly not going to any parties anymore. Unless I decide to. Which would be cool. But I'm starting to feel that generalized anxiety about human contact again. I mean same day, different surprisingly-not-an-apocalypse-yet I guess...
that's a reason to paaaaarty? Shit. I just realized a certain bestial song about parties isn't in the mix.
