Friday, October 28
Dropping the ball
I suck. I really, really suck. I pulled a Selvin Young, misread my airline ticket, and thought I was leaving this evening. It was this morning. Ran straight into the pile and fumbled. My suit for Joe's wedding won't be ready until this afternoon, and now I'll be forced to try to Stand By my way to Austin this evening. Cross your fingers...
Oh, also: I suck.
Shit.
--PB--
Oh, also: I suck.
Shit.
--PB--
