I’m Writing This at 5:34 a.m.

Because I can’t sleep, due to the fact that my feet and legs feel like they’ve been beaten with something metal and cruel, like perhaps an egg beater – with spikes. My legs feel this way because, due to the fact that I am a jackass, I locked myself out of my new apartment andContinue reading “I’m Writing This at 5:34 a.m.”