What I would do for a big gulp. I'll walk to the kitchen.

Ever since Javier told me about the fake thumb in the parking lot, I keep seeing it every day. It is quite a solemn fake thumb.

No one actually ended up writing about the shit mountain that we climbed Friday night. I completely forgot that it was on my shoes, so I guess it came off when I was riding down the street on my bike very slowly using my shoes for brakes. It felt really good to fly over the pavement and imagine that I wasn't on a bike, just sliding along the ground in the night.

In other news, the leaves are falling outside