Fridays uncommonly serve me as downers.
I’m guessing it’s that feeling of sadness and longing to be home with family and friends.
Hello control dramas, my trusted friend!
Still, in my state of destitution, in the face of all my fashion transgressions, as my spa/sauna-deprived circumstances, I am thankful.
My nomadic, adorable Filipino friends in Port Moresby keep me at bay from insanity-ville. My Caucasian comrades keep me intoxicated every so often and have them to thank for things like yacht in social vocabulary.
I might exploit this into a long, mushy, rambling story. I better do something else.
No, I don’t masturbate anymore. At least I lie that I don’t.