13,623 Days Alive
I don’t know what it is about cold weather that makes me want ice cream.
I haven’t really slept all that much in the last forty eight hours. Maybe a half hour or so this morning after my alarm went off.
It’s whatever. I made it through a closing shift this evening without screwing anything up, to my knowledge.
So I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 