Rearranged the bedroom today at The Attic to create a better “workflow.” This probably means I’m an adult now.

Decided today that I want Fleetwood Mac’s “Never Going Back Again” to be playing on repeat during my next personal crisis or emotional breakdown, like the time after Courtney left when I listened to “Tie Your Monster Down” for several hours straight while lying on the floor.

Holy fuck, I’m two episodes of LOST behind. That must be remedied immediately. Then, it’s gang-biking through Denver parks under a full moon with Leah et al. Hope to see ghosts ‘n’ witches.