I worked from 10 to 1:30 today. And then went to Chic-Fil-A. But George wudn't there. So. That sucked. Then I came home, and started reading 1984. Not bad, actually. So. Yeah. That's it.
But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I know I got this side of me that wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just fly the whole mess into the sea.