Yesterday was a long, grueling day, where I felt like I was trying to coerce an ancient steam locomotive up a hill by feeding tea bags into its furnace one at a time. 🚂

Progress was made, and we didn’t slip backwards, but by the time I walked out of my last meeting, I was entirely spent.

My evening was total debauchery as a result: tacos, tater tots, donuts, pizza, and a roulette wheel of multi-cultural television programming: high wuxia fantasies; danish supernatural slavery thrillers; bad, queer cartoon comedies; and a melancholic, long-lipped Korean uploaded-intelligence bullet ballet.

Today: a simple hangover; maybe some licorice cats and weak coffee. I am out of corn tortillas. I am out of fancy American cheese.