[298] (jazz samba music stops)

I was all set to brave the cold this morning because the temperature dropped ten degrees overnight, then I got outside and realized that oh, no, that's still crazy mild winter weather. Pretty neat!

Desperately want some horrible McDonald's breakfast, but I was already bad and ordered fried chicken last night and I need to be saving my pennies! Especially since I'll have to take a few hours off of work on Saturday for World's End because I am NOT missing Mox vs. Eddie. THEY SHOULD MAIN EVENT IT, GO FULL FULL GEAR 2020, FUCK THE WORLD TITLE.

Current mood: Imagine dying by suicide at twenty-one partially because you're insecure about your bigger, stronger brothers continuing to overshadow you forever and then being the only one left out of the movie adaptation of your family's tragic life story. No reason.

Okay, gonna REALLY try to not let today slip by just staring at the walls and my phone in turn, today is for journaling and Notion and maybe making some words I actually care about while I rack up the office hours. Let's go!

( Album #298/1001: Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd - Jazz Samba )

Fuck it, I tried so hard to hold out, I really did, come to me, McMuffin.