It was one of those days again. But it did end well I say. Spending it with a great bunch of friends over pizza and wine at Melrose Arch. Good Times.
"She’s a lot, a lot like a robot
And she can’t be bought, and her nerves are shot
And she starts to rot, from the inside out
She said I don’t need you to save me, but there’s people here trying to blame me
And there’s no jobs that will pay me, enough to feed my family"
- Back Up Against The Wall by Rancid
P.S. (to myself). This too shall pass.
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