After Dens party, I went over to Hanger Bar for a bit, and when I went home about an hour later sans keys, Meredith was fast asleep and not responding to calls or door-buzzings by my locked-outside-ass. Here's me taking a grumpy photo of myself in our apartment lobby at 3am.
When I got back from my dive, I noticed that the side of my torso was killing me. I had a huge, swollen red bump that was really sore. I went to the pharmacist on the island and he hypothesized that it might be a spider bite, but he wasn't positive.
Check out this one on the wall in the bathroom. I can almost hear the conversation between the two guys installing it. Guy number 1: "Hey, it almost fits here between these two mirrors." Guy number 2: "Works for me. Get the screw gun."
This guy's ready for bed! (By the way, the awesome Misfits + Alfred E. Neuman shirt was given to me by Amy K when she was the manager of the aNYthing store for a little while. Thanks, Amy! I'll miss the Teenage Unicorn so bad!)
