my body has taken a toll after having stayed up until 4am in the last 3 days. just like the good old days. aaron and nancy were up for the weekend. it felt like the good old days. good times, good times.
i reminisce about the time at my old apartment a lot. maybe more than i should.
sore throat, tired, and feeling like crap. blah. doesn’t help that it’s kinda cold now.
new restaurants visited in the last 3 days:
i don’t know why but i was helping ed finish a bottle of jack last night. we ended up yelling a lot, fucking around, and having a good old time with aaron and nancy watching us make asses of ourselves. i was also wearing my spider-man underwear.