I spent the majority of last night engaged in an activity which I had quite some time ago resigned myself to never participating in again.
I spent the majority of today reeling.
It doesn't change everything, it just means I was wrong. But I could well be wrong about everything.
If you thirst for elaboration, you have too much concern for the lives of strangers. This is a note to myself among my other log entries, that this night might forever burn in infamy in my hot and bothered flashes. If you lose the details, it may as well never have occurred.
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