I dunno about anyone else but I kind of have a number. And, for me, that number is 314.  Or 3:14. I always look at the clock at 3:14. Even when I’m about asleep. For whatever reason, last night, I was possessed to check the time and there it was. 3:14. Two days ago in the car. 3:14. Today at lunch. “When are you supposed to be at work?” and I look at my watch and it’s 3:14. I dunno what it is about this time, and I know there’s some bible verse or some shit that would totally make sense with my current situation out there but I don’t really care much for that.

Speaking of lunch, I went to a Mexican restaurant with Jake that I haven’t been to in years. It’s one of those places that I actually have a lot of memories at because when we were kids our parents would always take us there and they’d have this really stringy cheese that we’d pick up and play with and call it Tangela (Old Pokemon reference is old). We ate like the Americans we are and then left a shit tip like the poor college students we are.