end of day
Wow, reality is starting to hit hard. I have a fuckload of work to do between now and May 1. All of it has to be at least pretty good, but all I feel like doing is going back to Vegas.
I have to go move my car. Parked in a red zone because I couldn’t find a spot earlier. Generally OK there until tomorrow morning, but I don’t feel like waking up at 4am just to move my car. I wish this neighborhood were less trendy - there’d be more parking.