EVERYtime I go out of town, some crazy shit happens.
I don't know how I feel about some things.
I don't have an opinion about others.
I don't care that some things happened.
I don't know what to begin to start to think about the rest.
My sympathies to (you)^5.
Did you make it through all the vague statements? Hope so, because here comes the bottom line:
I MISS ALL OF YOU SO MUCH.
Last weekend: Mobile
Weekend before: Key Largo
Weekend before: Formal
But it feels like so much longer. I can't stand feeling like this - so out of touch with the people that mean the most to me. But this weekend = game on Friday night, The End. A free weekend, and I intend to see every last one of you, ya sneaky bastards.
I love you kids. Fin.