Every day of the week has a different routine, but it rarely differs on each individual day.
With too much weighing on my mind, it’s always good to get away.
Oh and yeah, I worked Saturday night. It wasn’t terrible.
See this tiny, old lady in the wheelchair? She was, undoubtedly, the loudest person on our entire side of the stadium.. “Do something!” “Go Knights!” “Pull it together!” What a legend, haha.
It’s times like these that I genuinely appreciate my car. Can your suped-up, dropped, bagged, turbo’d, macho, over-compensating swinging dick take you all the way up here? Nah.
Never gets old.
It’s like 5 degrees out here, hahaha.
The world is flat, obviously. Excuse my cold and unsteady hands.
Earlier tonight, my dad comes running out of his office with the most concerned and scared look on his face, saying “Ian, you need to take a look at this..” Apparently he was working in his office when his new wireless printer just starts printing, entirely of it’s own volition. So he brings me the sheet of paper(pictured), as I’m the resident technology wizz..
And immediately after seeing his priceless face, I lose all self control and burst into hysterical laughter, upon which moment he also realises that I am in fact, the comical mastermind aka secret admirer.
