Sunday, March 30

365mor days then

Sobriety at its best, and tipsy stupors in the morning. Meshy's a year older. Clear spirits have been a good friend, on many a night, and in the mornings as I've found out. Engaging conversations have been a constant absence in my short years, and the feeling of having had 5 hours of some has been wonderfully pleasant. Here's to another year.

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