Day 1824

Here I go again

Alone.

Good news: did the Central Park 5m in a sub 10 min pace. Nice.

Bad news: It's Father's Day. Of course, all that happens here is weed smoking. Not a card, nothing. Just angry glares from Stoney and It writing "Keith's" in permanent marker on tupperware in the fridge containing strawberries.

This sucks.

Happy Father's Day. Right.