Something happened at 3 am.
Woke up at 7:30.
Drove to TSA an hour early.
Meandered past Leyla and Lola; hella cops.
Returned to TSA; good work.
China Wok.
Picked up Julian.
Parked at Hickory; scarfed down sesame chicken.
Weaver; Max and VI.
Shy on roof.
Met Rio and Mackie.
Parking deck; skittle_milk.
Gawked at in crop top.
The Whistler plays piano.
Tar heel store.
Study lines.
Hera: a poor choice waiting to happen; current me won’t tell future me to stop.
Samsa: who knows; who cares.
Bogle: we’ll figure it out; patience.
Sweet Caroline: just meh I guess.
Arden