The Cubs won in fine fashion, and I made my way to the place where all the cool kids hung out. I talked to Roxanne for a while, and probably came across as a young weirdo. But she's used to hanging out with young weirdos. She made at least one. I think we had some nice talks about Bruce and beers and the F word.
I also talked to some girl that is an aspiring astronaut. I've never met anyone that planned on doing something like that, but I suppose it's just as romanticized as playing rock and roll or changing the world with books.
I fell down and my sheets are bloody this morning. Not in any sexual conquistador manner. I mean my knees are scabbed over and looking gross. I probably looked like a doofus when I was walking home with Austin during our soft and stoic talks.
I don't know what I'm attempting to do with this post. I just woke up in a blur and now I'm going to eat breakfast.