Feeling sick. Quite.
I'll be fine by tomorrow.
Feeling smitten. Maybe? It hasn't felt this good in a long time.
We stood around, knocking on windows with a broom for half an hour. Her sister thought she was hallucinating. People are strange at four in the morning.
I thought to myself, "If I can hold out, it will probably be better in the fall. Things will be ok."
Now I think, "Fuck it."
Saw the end of Clerks. Finally.