This weekend was so dope. Last hoorah in New Paltz with all the homies, shitheads, old roomates, skip skops and scalliwogs. Partied my face off, watched Night Shift, saw my friends amazing art. Drank mimosas with breakfast, hung out, had quality conversations, had even more dumb conversation.
Fast forward to the moment I get home, feel extremely anxious, get zero sleep. Work for 12 hours today, get yelled at by my boss and get NO deliveries. This shitty job I took “to figure out my next move” after I quit my cool record label job in Brooklyn without having anything lined up has lasted way too long and I’m somehow letting it get to me too. Felt incredibly low today.