Despite losing my wallet and freaking the fuck out about it earlier tonight, I managed to get zeb into his hotel and have a bit of time with the D’s crew. I returned home, starving, and consumed both chicken noodle soup and yogurt with blueberries.
I’ve had a lot of trouble communicating adequately with friends lately, because I’ve been depressed and anxious, which makes me selfish and not a good listener. Everyone seems to be behind a layer of wet cotton to me. People should know that I do give a damn about you, but for reasons of my own I’m not able to rise to the occasion.
Chicken noodle soup is everything they say it is, you know.