i like it. but my lip is busted, i got hit in the face by a couch. work is going ok, bobbi’s computer is broken.
i have a couch and chair now. eventually i will have to leave. i stapled myself in the finger. work is… different. i don’t know how to deal with this freedom. i need to learn virginia beach better. i’m well on my way to cirrosis of the liver. viva la polla.