it was tuesday. something happened. i was busy.
the divorce stole my thunder. i feel like if i can't actively hate her, i can't actively be creative. only time will tell if i'm bullshitting myself (i probably am).
i'm taking the week of the fourth off. haven't picked a destination. it might be my couch.
i had really shitty tacos at el mezcal. very underwhelming, and the service was shitty too. don't ever go there.
sorry, i'm feeling mundane.
