i am dying.
last night i was wrapped in a blanket, eating chicken noodle soup while looking out the window at men and women in shorts jogging.
i had weird nyquil and bourbon fueled dreams last night.
one involved an old man on a ladder who was going to jump into a lake.
after he left the ladder, the lake became frozen and he landed face first with a thud.
his face was covered in blood.
hope your day is going well.