Can I vent here for a minute? Yeah, that's never happened before.
But I don't remember what I was going to say. I mean, I remember what I wanted to talk about, but I thought of a really good way to say it and now I can't remember.
I might be a little drunk.
And so fucking full.
And kinda fed up.
Fed up. Over it. Frustrated. Bored. Fucking full and burping up my food.
Fuck.
Whatever. I'm going to bed.
