02.15.02 :: 11:54 am
Every fucking time I go through this anxiety, and I really can't have it today on top of a hang over.
You'd think that because I'm on the 41st floor of this building, my cell phone would work better, because it's that much closer to the satellites in the sky or whatever.
But no dice.
It beeps stupidly and disconnects itself, like a retarded piece of scrap metal.
My Boy is at the airport god bless that flight dear jesus christo, and i have twelve hundred hugs waiting.