Two strangers approached me at work and told me that they sometimes enjoy my music. I have two fans now.

I feel perfect-ish today, Patrick. I feel fast.

Here you go. Enjoy.

Basically like striking matches.

UPDATE: The chastity moustache is doing a much better job than the chastity beard ever didn't.

Oh, nothing.

And then I kissed her again briefly!

Clark and Hastings, 8:00PM:

?, on bike: "Is that a beer?"
M, myself: "Yes."
?: "Awesome! I'm wasted!"
M: "I'm glad?."
?: "Awesome! Bye!"
And gone when the light turned walk.

She was really pretty.

Can't sleep. At all. Remember Angie of Ohio?

I'm not so sure that so many things have ever gone so wrongly in one night, ever. Mostly to do with girls. But also seemingly innumerable other things, and all in the span of four hours, yikes. For now this is important.