Back and Forth.

I got a letter from the University of Saskatchewan in the mail.














Napoleon was happy for me, too.

Back and forth. That's right, side to side.
Let's start advertisin' and make some real money.

There are Eleven Minutes until 9:00 PM.

And I've done nothing but get home, write letters, and make a few calls.

Dreams are proving to be kind of a repeating thing as I'm evermore busy. I've had a dream where I was fairly plastered with Liam who was getting embarrassed as I Just One More'd to the Bartender. If I remember correctly, I ordered a Martini, a White Russian, a Scotch-and-Coke, and some other crap, too that I can't recall. The whole time, I was slurring and explaining to my rather annoyed friend, why I would order them: "Holden Caulfield always orders Scotch and Coke!", "Ed from Do No Harm ordered a Martini even though he hates them to fit a disguise!"

I remember he just kind of Haha, Yeah'd because in my dream I was getting increasingly stupid and incoherent.

...This is why I'll likely never be an alcoholic.
I'm far too afraid of losing my ability to have an intelligent conversation.

I hate making posts without doodles, so I half-assed this thing.
I wanted to make it like Flat Stanley, but then I got tired...

Twelve cups of coffee and ninety-four ounces of water today.

"Ugh".