Just came home from dinner with some of my high school friends. I swear whenever I get out with these guys I end up having air patches in my tummy from excessive laughter. We'll see each other again on Friday!
I'm missing sleep. Some stupid shmuck said, "Work hard, play harder", and so I did. Spell: TIRED. But nonetheless, happy. Who needs a date on vday when you have these guys? Don't get me wrong. I am in love. With work, with art, with solitude, with the family. And friends of course.
I should've ended this post on happy. But I'm too tired to scroll and press delete. So forget I spieled the vday thing. Good night ever dearest time.
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