OUTRUNNING MYSELF HERE

This is the first night I've had without some kind of social obligation or activity in weeks. My body has almost no idea what to do with itself. Sitting my ass down and just reading something is very nearly a foreign activity to my cells, which tells me I need to do less stuff. I'm aware I'm having a diamond-shoes moment -- a bloo bloo blooo, I have too many people to hang out with -- but I need to find some damn balance and just chill the fuck out.

If you're reading this and we've hung out in the past three weeks, know that I don't regret doing so for an instant. You are my people and there is a reason I choose to spend my time with you.

Maybe what I actually need is just more time. A few more hours inserted between midnight and 7AM would do nicely.