It’s four twenty in the fucking morning and I’m in Philly with the longest most rad day beginning in just a few short hours. Here I am, laying on one of the nicest couches I’ve ever seen, in the nicest hotels I’ve ever stayed in coughing my FUCKING brains out. No sleep. No sleep. No fucking sleep.
At least the mutter museum and the murder city devils are on the agenda for today as well as hopefully some amasing tacos and popsicles while thrift shopping at weird places.
I’d almost rather be this miserable in my own shitty apartment. Almost.
The highest of hopes.