Christ. That was a long three
weeks. Uncle Bob and Aunt Shelly took away all of my privileges, including
television and internet access.
Fuck.
How the hell is a guy supposed to do his "self-searching" therapy? I haven't even worked out the whole situation that caused the death of my buddy Jagdish yet, nevermind try to deal with the rest of the bullshit that's happened between then and now.
Got way too fucking much to say and I don't know where to begin.
I'm tired. Just want to get back to sleep now. I'll be back.
Fuck.
How the hell is a guy supposed to do his "self-searching" therapy? I haven't even worked out the whole situation that caused the death of my buddy Jagdish yet, nevermind try to deal with the rest of the bullshit that's happened between then and now.
Got way too fucking much to say and I don't know where to begin.
I'm tired. Just want to get back to sleep now. I'll be back.
