The Science of Lauralogy

Happy day after the 4th y’all.

I survived a midnight closing of the carnival, a death defying hike through nature at 1am, and so much more. Here i sit, drinking what’s left of my Old Crow and lamenting the fact that “tomorrow” begins officially in less than 9 hours. God darn it. I’m working quickly towards not liking the carnival so much. Which makes me sad.

But schoolgirl crushes make me soooooo happy.

But, in conclusion, I think I’ve been feeling down because (maybe) we’re nearing the 1 year anniversary of Buck’s death, i.e. we’re knee-deep in that shittastic month between his multiple arrests and his eventual death, and that kinda sucks, a lot. And I kinda miss him, a lot. Being a member of the Dead Dad Club ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, obvtron.