hassle and bother, and waay too much Hunter S. Thompson.
I think I’m coping so far. The only way I can explain it, is that it was like waiting for a toaster to pop.. You know it’s going to happen, and you wait, and you wait, and you’re all prepared to go with it when it happens, and you wait some more… Then it goes POP and scares the shit out of you. Yea, it’s kinda like that.
I have to eat something, I’m starved.