Point me in the direction of Albuquerque. I'm just trying to get fucking home.
Commitments are fucking commitments. I mentioned two days ago that these blog posts aren't really blog posts. They're daily journal entries that I just edit up, add a few jokes to, and then paste into Blogger.
Not this one. I try to journal every day, but sometimes all I have to say is "I'm tired." And boy I'm tired.
But now that I'm here, I gotta at least say something funny. Or not.
This is probably the first time I've just directly started typing into Blogger instead of journaling. I think it's comparable to how in modern mixed martial arts you have guys that are skipping cross-training multiple different martial arts and are just apparently training MMA, outright. Maybe that analogy makes sense, maybe I'm sleep-deprived and talking nonsense.
I honestly don't think it's even factually correct.
What I do know is that I'm sleepy, so I'm about to end this shit.
See ya.
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