okay, so we're NOT going to First Friday tonight. i've only been asking and reminding for a month. no problem. fuckface. i wasn't looking forward to it or anything. and i can't go to the Battle Born slam tomorrow because we have to be here to deal with B moving his bikes over. okay, fine. what i want is completely meaningless. whatever.
now i'm in a bad mood and i have no intention of trying to improve it. i'm mad. i'm tired of not mattering.