Fuck bad day. This is going to be a bad fucking week. The only saving grace is that I can come home and hang out with Trolley every day.

Maybe I’m just in a bad mood because of lack of sleep. I can’t think straight, I can’t concentrate, I can’t remember things, I can’t do shit. Can’t get my fucking freezer moved. It’s raining and I just washed these pants. Remembered my drywall putty in my 16th floor room when I stepped outside on the cement. Couldn’t find pics for a post on the drool material over at Tristan. Where did my redhead of choice in the pin-striped suit go? Have to completely clean the old apartment after work. It’s time for some In Utero. I could really go for some super sweet, super creamy, real coffee right now.

It’s a hoodie day. An oversized BR hoodie day.