Another Thursday night, or more accurately, Friday morning. I sat on my back balcony and drank beer as I watched some dude in a tie undergo a sobriety test across the street. It was boring, to say the least, but I bet the dude who'd been pulled over thought otherwise, and the young lady in his car's passenger seat probably wasn't going to put out after the incident.

I've been good about writing every afternoon and morning this week, but man, completely fucking off sounds good right now. I can't afford to shirk my self-imposed duties more than a couple nights a week, because I need to make steady progress with CH and Unheimlich.

Fuck this equivocation. I'm going to sit here and see what happens.