You're screwed up and brilliant, you look like a million dollar man; So, why is my heart broke?

Just a small bit of bullshit here, because I haven't been out and about to take photos. I've been eyeball deep in studying and working.

I did take a break from all of that last night to hang out with Tosh, Ryan, and Allen. I drank too much, may or may not have indulged in other mind-altering substances, and played Loaded Questions. We ordered Cards Against Humanity, so we'll have another game night when that arrives.

I completely wiped my old phone, since I'm going to go sell it. I went through all of my photos and deleted most of them, but saved about 276 of them. Most of them, in this case, means somewhere around the 600 neighborhood. I had a shitload of photos on my phone. Some of them made me quite sad, and I may or may not have cried a little bit when I went through them (spoiler: I definitely did). I kept those ones, though. Because sentiment is a thing. A foolish one, but a thing just the same.

I have absolutely nothing to do today. I am so fucking bored I could scream. I'm normally stuffed full of things on Saturday, but I did everything yesterday, because I pulled an extra day.

I think I'm going to use this time to study again. Stevie and I are studying together tonight, as well.

Secret? I'm fucking LOVING it.