2:56 a.m.
My room is hot. The battery in the clicker that controls my fan and light is dead. Awake at 2:30 in the morning, this almost feels like a summer night. But it's not. I just took a six hour nap and woke up in the middle of the night. I tiptoed out and got my phone. Filled up a glass of water as I observed the night form of my daytime home. Sometimes life just feels so weird. And I think this is one of those nights. Where you lie beneath a still fan in the dark, cursing Whataburger patty melt ads that cut through your Spotify songs. But when the Antlers start playing "Rolled Together," everything goes back to being alright. A week ago I didn't know what to do with my future, but now I do. So thanks for taking the poll, all three of you. I guess it didn't matter anyway, because I chose an option that got no votes. Oh well. So long and thanks for all the queues. I'm going out onto the ocean in a paper boat. In a voyage of tests and trials to see if I sink ...