you could be as good as the best of them, but as bad as the worst. but don’t test me…you better move over!
Moving is entirerely too exhausting. The weather doesnt help. I’m a vagabond so I pack light. I guess helping Alex with his things is what wore me out. It feels like a dorm. Why am I moving into a something that resembles a dorm? I’m not being fair to the only person that matters. I’m not. 3 weeks have flown by since I’ve quit smoking. I don’t feel any different/healthier/better/faster/stronger. I don’t.