I'm really bummed. I should be rolling into Pensacola right now, with Gulfport and Biloxi under my belt. Fuck that little switch. I told Daniel last night I was going to drive up to Illinois today to cop a little recreational, but I still don't have the switch replaced, and it's too risky.

Well, maybe I should fire up the desktop and create another website that nobody uses. Or maybe I should dig up Piper and see if the vet can undo everything.

I guess the only sensible thing to do is to go buy a bottle, and drown this bullshit from my old tormented brain...