hopped up on PCP

not particularly looking forward to the next 7-8 days. it's difficult to pinpoint the exact issue that's making it seem unbearable. enhhh. i'll be trudging through the mud to emerge on the other side dirty and ultimately still inexperienced. digression: i am proud of my new found superhero ability to force conversation--it was discovered when i wasn't in america and has been rapidly diminishing since my return, but this upcoming thing should help bring it back, sadly.
and i fucking hate my haircut. it's a shitty job of a trim, i tell you what.

also, add neon indian to the things i can't get enough of. it's fucking amazing up there along with crocodiles and drugs.