
Apparently, I can’t count. I keep thinking I a month more sober than I am. I’m so bad at counting that for the entire time I was 37 I thought I was 38. I failed high school and college math. How did I make it this far?
Viva la Rebellion
Taking out stitches is harder than I thought. I got the most annoying ones. But there’s still some invisible ones in there. Will they fall out if I leave them? Shoot… I don’t wanna go ta NYU. Does urgent care take out stiches?