[private | written]
I think this is what a hangover feels like without the partying, puking, and general grossness after. That wasn't exactly a time I was eager to revisit, but it was worth it. Things are better. Things are actually good, getting framed for murder and whatnot aside.
Time to get my head back into the game here.
TO DO
☐ talk to Uru
☐ Operation: Let's Not Be A Criminal (Jason Todd version)
☐ ow my rib is still bruised
☐ don't tell Bruce about You Know What (maybe if I need to make a point)
☒ let people know I am no longer sporting that hair
[/private]
[dictated:]
Last week didn't happen. Or the one before. If anyone brings up the last week or the one before, I'm not going to know what you're talking about because it didn't happen. We don't talk about last week or the one before in this club. Got it? Good.
Anyway, it feels like it's been a while--not that I haven't been MIA forever--and it really has been, for me. There's been some good and some bad, but I'm in one piece. Relatively. College is killer.
How's everyone doing? I coma'd through Paradisa: The Musical, huh? Lame. I miss all the cool stuff. Someone has to have gotten some of it on camera.
Who wants to be my new best friend?
[Uru]
Pleasedon'tshutthejournalonme.
Can I come over? I'd like to talk. And apologize. Doing it over the journal is about the same as sending you a store-bought card.