Not a whole lot to say
Went to a Christmas party at work yesterday, and had a lot of fun.
Dealt with who I wanted to deal with.
Ate all the food.
Puked all of it up.
Hit my Roman limit once and then went home.
Glorious glorious alcohol.
As for music today, didn’t have much so I bothered Dick for some, and this is what he brought me
An excellent choice, monsieur.
(I still can’t unhear Death Grips as being two producers abusing a homeless man, btw. As good as the music is, it’s still fucking urban and gutteral as fuck.)