12,261 Days Alive
Spending the night with friends at a local hookah joint. It’s low, low-lit, and is a blast.
I don’t smoke often, maybe twice a year or less. But it’s a pleasant indulgence to feel like a dragon for a few hours.
I’m… melancholic. And the music here isn’t to any of our tastes. Heh. But I’m having fun.
I’m worried about tomorrow and getting my car serviced. I’ll deal with it.
Things should be okay, I hope.